We balance on a wire

Our weight shifts to keep us steady

Our gaze fixated on a single tangible goal

The flea does not care about where we are headed

It cares not for what is tangible

As we remain focused, and grounded

It travels between the folds of the wire

In between a rift

To another world

We are so limited

Held back because we are not small

Because we can not see between the cracks

Because we are bound

Bound by rules

Bound by our own limits

We are only free when we rest

When our eyes close and we can see beyond the threshold of reality

So let us close our eyes

Travel between the folds

And see what is on the other side

END