You put up your walls of expectations

I have been able to hit every stone

With a weight around my ankle

A ball and chain of reality

I can not reach the top

The rust cutting into my skin

Holding me to the earth

I cannot breathe

The sun your new spotlight

I’m blinded by your inability

To see the amazing

The breathtaking

That these two hands create

Because I was brought up in a world

With clouds Of graphs and statistics

Numbers and letters

Blocking the view

Of the ink-covered sky

Watercolor lights

I’m held down by the shadow that follows me

Yet

You want me to touch the top…

I can’t.

I guess that’s what I get

For trying to outshine

The dimming light

Of your dying sun