Was sitting on the pedestal of esteem

There came a breeze

Am I hallucinating or is it a beam ?

It’s winter or sweltering made me freeze ?

Looks like ,I fell !

I was writing ,I guess

Where is my pen , please tell !

I fell out of ideas , I confess

Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious exists

So why can’t my nonsense poem

Wait aren’t thoughts just cysts

Stop! Stop! In the name of nonsense just don’t keep going

Came into senses or senses came to me

Pedestal was never bothering

It was the weak heap beneath me

Heap sank, pedestal still standing