Here I sit,
on the ground looking up high,
for something that's never been found,
stuck in my head,
but I'm still stuck on the ground,
so I climb a tree to get a little higher,
to see what's wrong in our empire,
but I fell before I saw much farther,
so this time I tried to climb a spire,
to become holy,
just like my father,
but I just slipped into the fires,
so I rode in on some tires,
but it all seemed so dire
when my sight was called a liar
but they just hadn't acquired my love for a life my own
that very few have known
I guess I must go my own path to the sky,
maybe ill try math to answer why,
maybe I could be something else to learn to fly,
or maybe I'll go along with my gut,
and just die
I just started posting poetry today, and I want to know some people who enjoy it like me, and really get some feedback