I've tried throwing in 
my windows from not that far
the cracks still perform  

I was still   going
and learned how to move up
I fallen sideways

I wait forever
with never-ending pressure
just dreaming of it

It's apart of me
that I can't see in myself 
confusingly right 

Attached by a thread 
when passing yourself upwards 
in fear of some shade

I lean against a
there where light meets my darkness 
the contrast blinding 

Glancing behind glass
wondering who's standing still
my own pedestal

I cross over to 
a small slice of daily life
barren as always 

Looking excellent
but don't invite the ruler
ignorance makes right 

Middle of the street
almost waiting for the hit
it's early quiet 

Different angles 
But we need one another 
lifting and purpose