I Stepped I Stopped Poem by Robert Mestre

my crazy world
broke
by periods
of sleeping sanity
in dreams
that imitate
dreams
that I step
and stop
to think I stopped
or did I step
or did
I
stop
looking
in a mirror
is it
a reflection
of myself
or just
my image
in a
mirror
of earth
crumbling
while you're
beside
yourself
you can't
help
yourself
oh yeah
I stopped
cuz
if I step
in a crack
I might stub
my toe
can you
dress
for success
if
you're
unemployed
do you know
what
a handshake means