Razors Edge

Razors edge.. By Steven Hudson We tread upon the razors edge, Seeing no danger, though either side be a ledge, We find balance, feet rough and calloused, An epic dance and spectacles collide, Those who watch, their face do hide, In fear and trembling, to what purpose to what end, Every way tried, every way taken, No turning back, no turning back, For the razors edge will do it’s work, We tread for change on this delicate path, Or perish by it, and see the wrath..