loose grip on a thin line
Leaves me trailing behind
I know I’ve far to go
But your steps are too small

Now and again
Take me down a peg
You know I can get so lost
Even if it’s [bad word] 
From anyone but you
Nothing would get through my wall

I lose touch in your goals
It’s vertigo
And your words are like
Music to the beast
It’s all lights and smoke
It’s political
And my grip remains [bad word] 
Though the line may swerve