Endeavor, The Clear Hush

A wealthy pill
With top hat and cane
Or was it pain
Anyhow he whispered

Tapping my eardrum
I suppose I was intrigued
Glancing at his routine
Whizzing as a pill does

He floated closer still
Recalling how yesterday
Drips from broken crystals
Along the eyes' corners

Below, many pieces
Drifted into that puddle
I peered at the "should of" cliches
And watched a young boy wither 

Taking deeper steps 
Newfound fires charred me
And I felt alive, but then
The pill and me were gone