Fly-By-Nights Poem by Sophia White

Captive spirit mine
That rides a narrow line
On a unicycle ride
Every fancy
Mood is chancy
Never knowing how I'll side.

Smiles could be frowns
Up quickly turns to down
Enslaved to fly-by-nights
Wills are whims
Based on him
A dangerous dance at such a height.

Looking forward for a lifter
An anchor for a drifter
Getting high off hoping
Like hidden drugs
Beneath the rug
No idea how I'm coping.

Looking back and finding shame
Magnifying bygone blame
Can't drown out past mistakes
Glance behind
It's all I find
One misstep's all it takes.

Yesterday and tomorrow
Brilliant joy, shameful sorrow
Consistency is overrun
Fly-by-nights
Hold me tight
A thousand minds as one.