136. Not Enough
I heard whispers at the top. Arguing to be completely sane. I've been caught inside a dream. With feet running a central fiction. I didn't even begin to see, I left aftershocks around me. I was left in the fissure, As my valor ventured forward, To light a fire to keep warm, By gazes hiding their scorn. It became my home, Of seeing through a whole, With only a microscope. Seeing the mirror belittled, It fit right into my palm, For me to crush. You impart your wisdom to dance, But your feet never touch the floor.