For those waiting

Ancient wise and unfair
The law of balance for those
Who want to tiptoe on tight ropes
And feel the breath of wind before
The void takes pleasure in their fall.
My fall watched by the world and her,
How dishonest their prayers
For they wish secretly to see me
Hit on the pavement of reality.
But so far, an unexpected gust
Hugs me like an invisible hero, saves me
And I laugh at their concealed grief
For not being the spectacle they wanted.
They are the void waiting.