Sometimes there is a thin line

Between what’s right and wrong

You need a crystal ball to divine

On which side you belong

Teetering on the edge of my chair

Moving fast but going nowhere

I search my mind for another way

Second guessing things from yesterday

I do know that I’ll never, ever be perfect

I won’t even try to pretend to detect

The day that may arrive

Most days happy to be standing and survive

It’s a thin, thin line so they say

I only know there has to be a better way