A sentence is like...

A sentence is like a rope. A tightrope no less; being stretched and strung and set, calculated and measured to perfection. A person's life is based on this. This singular action creates tension, the walker stretches and steadies himself; waiting for the moment, ready for the time to take the first step. One foot up, the mind whirls, trying to keep balance, asking if it is worth it to raise the other foot. Are the circumstances set? Can he walk? The drums pound out the anticipation and he is moving along the edge of the safety and the plunge. Walking across the line occurs in absolute silence, will he make it? Can he prove himself worthy? And the crowd goes wild, and the tightrope walker breathes a sigh of relief.