tightrope

we're walking such a tightrope

in our quest for the design

we be falling off the catwalk

for the fortyseventh time

there's a contrast in exposure

that our eyes can not discern

but we know we're drawing closer

when the forms become a blur

we see the face we long to love

the further ranging lord

the justice where we can't pretend

to have what we deserve

but it lets us in the kingdom

where we doubt our spotless clothes

and we're digging up the rags beneath

to show what orphans are

if we fully grasped these concepts 

we'd probably be dead

but we're feeling out the pathway

to that shaky light ahead.