Trying not to be melodramatic...

Life is an artwork
a tragedy counted against the sky
worrying that it might be falling
or worrying that it won't

each syllable counts for something.
and nothing counts enough
to make me start keeping tally
of might have beens.

You make me happy
to be just one link in the chain
because the link in the chain doesn’t get to see both ends
it just has to hold onto anything within its reach:
just has to hold on and hope
that if he holds on hard enough
the weakest link
expression isn't true.

just has to hold on and hope
that he isn't
the weakest link.

(Hey I just said trying, I didn't say succeeding :) )