Rising to the clouds make me forget the purpose of my feet.
Too high and too neglecting of my parts… The origin where humbleness goes extinct.
The good life was never up there , so everyone thought.
Bend down closer to the bottom of death where everything dropped
All the lost talent covered in dust.
We were best friends thrown away from your fear of being hindered..
Irony of your judgement to protect..
Your protection that became the wall that sabotaged your own success.
Clean me up.. I’m still part of you.