I’m riding a Unicycle on a cable with a raging river far below.
Behind me is the past, a place I can no longer go.
Ahead is the other side of the canyon
  it is an uphill climb to get to that wall of granite.

I’m between hard spots, balancing precariously.  
Riding in the present.  They never said this would be easy. 
So, one pedals.  And despite feeling dizzy and queasy,
  I keep moving along.

Ahead, there is nothing but the long thin wire.
But with each passing day, I’m getting closer.
Fear not, legs which tire
  and never, never look down.