This is the story,
Of why I was sorry,
I became an acrobat.
I learned to dive,
Off from the highest of highs,
And not feel fear on the mat.
I stayed on my tightrope,
Learning to cope,
With walking off of balance.
And as people watched me,
They wanted me falling,
But I succeeded with showing my talents.
One day I crossed my legs,
In the opposite way,
And from there I started to slip.
It was a simple mistake,
Sometimes that's all it takes,
And finally fear took it's grip.

(a.c)