My fickle feet forsake me.
I flounder, and fall.
Flawlessly.To feel as if I'm free and floating,
Would be fabulous and fascinating.I cannot fathom it so.I flounce, and falter.
I am no feather;
Functional, but faulty am I.Graceless, Gruesome, Gorgon.
Groaning in the shadow of Greatness.