even at my peak, i stumble over my feet -
and fall to defeat, spinning on my axis -
at times i feel like atlas -
i want to put the world down.
i smile instead of frown,
and the fallacy of this fiction feels like the friction of indian burns
and the heels of brand new shoes...
i loose
focus from the soles / souls
and work on creating the callus
i will learn to balance - so at the next peak
I will have feet fit for standing
