The buildup

 The race to witch mountain and the buildup to the final destination

Hoping to brew the most beautiful space in the face of it all

Lies down in the Earth with the disgrace of it all

Too afraid of the gradual phase of the call

Bright and shimmering happy limericks

Dirty and muddy sweat-stained brace takes a fall

Loves her little doggy styled Ixion headed ball

There's such a pressure to be an overachiever know-it-all

Leaf in the mind of the eye of the tiger sitting inside the mall

When is it enough or when is it not enough at all?

Creep into the silent dinner Hall

Bellatrix will make it small

The highs and the lows make me crawl

Beg for forgiveness and carry on towards the final stall

However, the journey of the person must be their own is what I've heard in the thrall

Rising and panting towards the greatest destination despite the fall; moves on inching towards the doll