Above
It’s so easy to focus
On what you already know how to do
You just
Keep your head down
Eyes averted
Walk a straight line
I’m more comfortable walking that line
Because I’ve tripped
One too many times
To keep my head up
The sky is brighter up there
Sure
The breeze blows up there
Of course
It’s hope
For something larger
And farther
Than what’s below
But it’s idiocy
To entertain
The notion of that hope
Being for me
It’s not
Nor can it ever be
Because every time
I decide to grasp at the air
I find myself falling
And someday
I will have cracked the ground
Beyond repair
