Mediocre Steps

Barely getting through the day,

sleep away,
the falling sands.

Singing lies under your breath,

ignoring circumstance.

Mediocre steps,

average strides toward the sky,

no speed to get you off the ground,

How can you hope to fly?

Watch a Flower wilt,

while the Sun burns away,

Simply Knowing how dreams are built,

Won't save the foundation,

before it breaks.