We Are Noticing Our Lines

I tread lightly, lightly, lightly.
I have too much power Rightly.
I seek pleasure in between.
I work hard at being seen.
I am Winston’s Clementine
and Virtues’ number 9.
I am blight, and I am night.
I am 4th wall’s Spelling Bee.
I am just a noise to thee.
We are floating in the drama.
We are noticing our lines.
We tread lightly, lightly, lightly.
We have too much power rightly.
We are swimming backwards, sliding.
We are brave, but we are hiding.
We are blight, and we are night
And we are noticing our lines.