I don't want,
To fight my way to the top.
To get pushed and shoved,
Hoping I may stand at the top,
For all the world to see.
I don't want that moment of pride,
For it is only a moment,
Before you get pulled off
By someone stronger.
The cost of that pride and joy,
Is to either fall to the bottom,
And lie there,
To battered and bruised to move,
To climb back up,
Or to fall to the bottom,
And begin the climb again,
And get the same result.

I want to walk away from the struggle,
And keep my peace of mind.
I'll walk till I find,
The tallest tree alive.
I'll climb to the top,
With the greatest of ease,
No struggle you see?

And as I sit on my perch,
I'll look back where I left,
See the struggle and mess,
And laugh when I see,
I sit above them all now,
And as they bicker and fight,
I am content,
For now,
I am on top of the world.