I was not important  

When I walked, my GPS was a nursery rhyme    
                                                     an earworm
the nose of a hungry dog  

When I flew, there was no sonic boom  

I chased sirens, hoped to be the emergency     
                                                    the first responder  

Arms sprung from my chest, reached for moons                              
                                                     grasped air                                                    

Walls between inside and outside
never really held  

My life was stolen fire
What burned was the illusion it was mine