I am a silky sky,
And silver linings around dark clouds,
That washed in from the shore of my subconscious.

Necessity birthed the invented man,
A charade,
Puppets on strings dance a cliched canter,
Feet in socks with strings as shoes,
Tightening around,
That act as a noose.

That I might not be touching ground,
Was never my inclination,
As I float five feet above the earth,
And falling surely wasn't part of the plan either.