Retractable

Is this it,
what my current reflection yearns for?
I can barely see the shape
I pretend to understand what is on the inside

Fleeting as I am
I do not care for it
I dissolve abruptly

but like a little child I will still want
what is unreachable
for I am small
smaller than I should be
and I have to be
vast
and alert
to grasp all these abstract notions
someone else infused
into me

Now the world is upon me 

and I have been running away from it 

for so long

I shouldn't stay

but I think I will.