The Hand Crafted World of the Prodigy Children

They shuffled in every Page In every word they flew They danced in my teardrops But that you can't do It all burns from the pressure Of my reaching grip The small fragments of people Trail along my fingertips They press into me Our skins never touch I wish you could do it But I love them too much No one has been there Yet everyone has Filled spaces within me Of a thing I can't have Shut out this earth You will always run from me This will all be too much When I show you it's underbelly So I dove into it Popped open a book No one would swim along me when they realized my world forever shook.