Where I am, Where I'm not

Breathless, Lost in the middle
the In Between

Gliding on shoulders, Too High
To see, and Flying on clouds
Too Thin.
         To Breathe.

Darken, then light, then Shadows
         Too long.

am I just the pawn, the rook
of the Circus, forlorn?
Leering, or Happy? the crowd
          before me

"There's a man that can fly!" they shout
as I Crash