When the sword of Damocles hangs over your head
It`s presence reminds you of the things you dread,
Something bad will happen should the thread break
The ever present feeling of doom you can`t shake.
The uncertain outcome has put that sword there
And so for the worst your mind starts to prepare,
You hope against hope that all will be well
But really and truly none of us can tell.
Only time will show if this thread is strong
Should the thread hold then we were wrong,
Sometimes it is good to be wrong I think
Then no longer will we teeter on the brink.