Ankles Cuffed to Endless Constellations

I had led my own crusade to

the stars above; to the unknown.

Through soles of my feet, I graced the

lights upheld. 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, I look down on

the globe, I dangle over the world.

Unreachable,

distant,

impossible.

Still though, my hand is cast downwards.

The tips of my fingers shooting

shadows, covering the vast corners

of Earth; this ambitionless view

now is all I may see. And there,

I stand alone.

And there,

I stand alone.