Mishaps

Every step is a leap. For I am the undying in a dying dream. Because if I fall, everything else just...cease. I was betrayed by my own and liberated by myself. I braved further on, trying hard not to fall. I always fall though. I always hurt myself. And in that is not my weakness but my strength. Whether it is enough? I do not know. I don't know everything. But you people do. Some of you smirk while others blatantly laugh out in my humiliation.
When I just scratch my head and stand up, dusting off imputities; I'm cleaner now. And I know. That's enough.