Cogitatio

I balance on the tightrope of hopes and nightmares 

Every day, my act begins as I awaken

I walk, delicate and strong, amidst their jeers and glares 

And I try to be proud of all the steps I have taken 

I look up at the stelliferous expanse that shrouds and uncovers 

With my dark, bright eyes, I look and I seek 

For answers that lie amidst those that our gaze covers

And I listen for the ones that hide in the words we speak