Mystic

Typical of a masquerade
Integral of the unsound braid
Sold on its strength within
As its unraveling
And you cling as it divides
(Better look up before you hit the floor
Had a hold once but you needed more)
What did you want it to be?
Nothing is guaranteed

Made the fall once but it’s not for me now

Hand over hand
Thought that I had a solid hold
But I was not the one who was in control
Hand over hand
Though the rope breaks I cannot be stopped
Strand by strand till I reach the top
Hand over hand