If it's straightforward 
we could untangle it all
just take off the gloves

I like to vent 
but my collection is done
the world in neat rows

The crooked left side 
delusional and optics 
a clearly straight line

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