If you can’t fly

at the top of your mountain

you have to climb

slide

or fall down

~

eventually 

I am like a fly

clueless

about my soon to arrive fate

living every single day

unknowingly

at my prime

I can feel you

tripping over the lines I have drawn

~

now I will

and scare you

What would the world be like

if you are 3 mm tall

~

like ours

I assume 

My way of looking at you

Keeps me hanging around

I stare at you

I see your eyes

But I don’t know if you see me

Or just what you want to see

It is pretty gripping what I have read

all these years ago

now it is slowly getting into focus