A lesson

So we meet in a floor with sand and flowers
And we see each other
Pass the line of energy between our eyes

I begin to explore what occurs inside of me
The tide is high and the wave is dark
Balancing on the string I then choose to cut
Holding tight to the invisible rope above my head

Carrying on with the steps of purpose
I chose to choose my battles well
And if all this falls were pre-steps
I shall wait to find my stable ankle