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
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