10 Feet

Everything dies 10 feet from me.

My soulful expressions, majestic and valiant, radiate from me, dancing in the joy of their own song,

their only place is the cross that I’m on, for when they venture out onto the stage, they wither and die, no more than 10 feet from me,

like a clown without a party, a sad clown, bankrupt of laughs, floating away under a stack of balloons, they can see him no more.

In my world everything shines so bright, infinite multiverse of potential, shifting and dancing, the flow hypnotizes, this, our creation from worlds unknown,

but they have nowhere to go, uninvited guests of the show, a boomeranged expression never leaving its home.

We wish to travel, we wish to bond, we’d like others to join in our song.

But, everything dies 10 feet from me.