The Soaring Ladybug

Mind is a teeter-totter constantly out weighing my heart from the tip of the fulcrum attempting to persuade as adolescents sway their friends to drink this or smoke that Feet increasingly creep like a ladybug crawls to the tip of leaf ready to soar towards the verge of its demise doing the stingray shuffle kicking off unfastened dirt Body leans forward from the hips trying to uncover the means between the ends taking two steps back hands held to my chest or close my eyes put a foot out fall.