Called out-these calloused hands crippled

Fragments of the past

-broken glass in skin

Crash and fall, pushing through a seemingly

Invisible surface

And a mirage must be

The ground below

-Vision playing with reality

But for now, its just soaring

Freely through air

Gliding

Polished windows, glassy surfaces

-Up high, everything’s illuminated better

But hitting the bottom harder

Because rocks are all thats there