I tip toe the line
having spent the savings of my heart
grasping for this delusion

the step off is in sight
yet suddenly,
I’m a child with feet sunk in snow

Is it truly a guise that I’ve sought so hard?
that’s been a knife cutting chunks off my heart?

a dream that’s been so real
pulling my teetered steps
for all these miles

is made of dirt

that stuffs my throat
and dries my lungs
and laughs as I stare

“are you serious?”
to which it chuckles
“you never asked!”