Weak

I could lift this wall,

Even though I am quite small.

I would touch the top,

Without evening having to jump up.

I would build a bridge,

Without out the right tools then.

I would stay and fight,

Without even a knife.

I would walk through fire,

With a suit doused and kerosene and a lighter.

I would have ended the call,

If I knew the end game at all.

I promised you all of things,

Yet, the morning the phone rings.

Sorry subconscious,

Guess, knowing is just not enough.