Promoting My Odd

Afraid that a slip May render me maimed I’ll likely lose grip Of all that I’ve tamed I’ll wind up behind With weights on my shoes Handicapped and blind There’s too much to lose I’ll never get back To being afloat Once knocked off the track I’m doomed to demote I haven’t the strength When I’m overwhelmed To go to the length And be homeward bound I move in circles Repeat and repeat I look like a fool With worn and sore feet I fake normalcy But know I’m a fraud Hiding my crazy Promoting my odd