The Point of No Return

Don’t push him,
To the point of no return,
Quiescence though might prevail now,
The storms will rise with tumultuous waves,
And you won’t succeed in stopping him then,
So don’t push him,
To the point of no return.

He balances on a rope and walks on a leg,
His master drumming nonchalantly below,
Everyone’s eyes up at the sky,
Looking at him with penchant glimpses,
Whilst the tears from his eyes never stop running,
And rains down on them,
Evaporating before they reach their skins.

You’ll elope with him at the stroke of midnight,
To a faraway land of striped zorses and unicorns,
Did you ask him if he is happy?
No, don’t push him,
To the point of no return.
For when he turns, and when he strikes,
You’d be helpless like a sheep amongst wolves,
Do you know what happens to sheep amongst wolves?
No, you don’t, so don’t push him,
To the point of no return.

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