I landed on a cloud
slipping fingers, silky waves
my mind wanders, where did I fall from
what steps lay ahead, abound
will be I found
troubled
I flipped through the pages, act two
A pen-filled book and I, alone
a vacant room, what to assume
I search for answers, attention span trails
all that surround me
blank walls exist
confused
Final debut, an empty stage
New ballet pointe shoes, perfectly tied
A constant passing dream, unfolding slowly
I complete my set by memory
foolishly, reality evolves around me
Treading waters suddenly
breathless
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