Never Be So High

 What are you? 

What am I? 

There are days I know the answer well. 

There are also days I know nothing. 

The sun shines, and the windows are down

I float along in my bubble that seems self-sustaining

The music plays, and it is beautiful

3 months later, I wish to remove the bass line from it.

Who do I really think I am, taking gifts and tampering?

You can shine, I can shine, we can shine.

Then I isolate, doubt, and disassemble, 

because the higher we fly, the further we fall.

What a dream it is to soar and see for miles at a time,

but I cannot be trusted to decide my own fate.

It only leads to falling into a land full of agitation, 

people hating you and people hating themselves.

At the heart of the matter, I do not wish to be so high

that I cannot see the people I love, 

those who make my life great, lifting me up.

I never want to forget that it is them and not me.

We take so many things for granted.

We need to constantly be on guard.

I never want to be so high

where I cannot see you.

I sit here this morning thinking about everyone I will see today.

Because of them, I have opportunities.

Every interaction and every decision is a chance to make the day a little better.

I never want to forget. It is about them and not me.