I am nowhere,
nowhere is mine,
atop this flimsy footing,
I climb, to a dream,
I had my eyes laid on
since I was a child.
the acrid stench,
that brews within the jealousy,
of those below me, forces;
to face up and stare,
at the great void,
that lies between
me and the star adorned sky.
from underneath the mirror,
an unbeknownst face;
stares back,
yet it seems;
to have my outline,
and a question wells up,
from my intrigued mind,
\"who is that?\"