tightrope

I remember being a kid and stringing up clothes lines 
I'd walk across them, hanging only a few inches high
I had no idea that his would be the stage of my life
The early years were a balancing act between Ritalin and Prozac 
"What drugs can we give this kid to get him back on track"
It's hard to stay upright when your world is slanted
It's hard stay afloat when you're given a ship that's already damaged
I do not accept this fate 
Even though no one taught me to swim and I'm chained to lead weights 
I did not build this boat, it is not mine
But this boat is tied to one last line
All I have left is one wire
So I'll burn this boat, and hope the rope doesn't catch fire
This is my fate, a grand balancing act
My only movement forward because there's no turning back