The Top Shelf

What sits up on the highest shelf?

Of this dust-infested book case?

What lies in stories untold?

what ponders a future far ahead?

What ponder lies up there so high?

One little stool is all I need,

My legs grow Underneath my knees,

What can't I see on the top shelf,

A circus that has left too fast for my short feet?

What lies are spread like butter,

Contageous as a yawn,

What do u hold above my head,

To taunt and gibe my mind?

What ponders lie, on the top shelf?

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is just an analysis of feelings, not being good enough for things, not making the cut or the team, not being able to reach the top shelf.

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