Imagine you're on a unicycle in the middle of a tightrope. The audience applauds you from below. The thing is, you've never even ridden a unicycle. You've never been on a tightrope. Yet they expect you to cross it safely. Without guidance or assurance of safety They just placed you on the wheel and you're to figure it out. So if you're to fall, are you really given the time to doubt? This tightrope and audience and height is overwhelming But if you don't start moving You'd be falling Lying On the ground, bleeding And dying So you have to move. Because if you don't move, you're gone. You've got no choice anyway. So keep moving, keep pushing forward. 'Cause if you look back there won't be a reward. Only news articles laughing about your tragic death. So hang on tight and savor your every breath. You'll never know how long will it take to finish the way. But you keep pedalling, hoping to make it through. Maybe you will someday. But now, eyes upfront and keep pushing. Or you'll fall off the tightrope and there'll be no more tomorrow.