Standing on a ledge
We’re all standing on a narrow ledge.
Any moment we could fall.
On the edge of an abyss
Could be at the end of it all.
On the brink of nuclear holocaust.
We live every single day
As if it was our very last
As we work, rest and play.
Nothing is at all secure
Though we pretend it is.
Swerving death every day
In this game of hit and miss.
We expect every day to repeat
As if there is no change.
But increment by increment
We mutate into the strange.
Opher – 2.10.2022
Life is short and fragile. The time when we are young is fleeting. At every turn danger lurks. It’s a wonder anybody lives to old age.
One moment of inattention. One instant of bad luck. One push of a button. One pull of a trigger.