Ankles Cuffed to Constellations

I had led my own crusade to

the stars above; to the unknown.

Through soles of my feet, I graced the

lights above. Carefully, I danced 

to the song of success. Chasing

my dreams; my version of reverie.

I had believed it would end in

supernovas of wonder, and

vitality in my being.

It had not.

It has not.

Through living upon the cosmos,

I found myself a prisoner.

My ankles cuffed to the endless

constellations, looking down on

the globe, dangling over the world.

Unreachable,

distant,

impossible.

Still though, my hand is cast downwards.

The tips of my fingers shooting

shadows, covering corners of

the Earth; this ambitionless view

now is all I may see. And there,

I stand alone.

And there,

I stand alone.