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.