Those times.
Those dreams.
Those thoughts.

How lucky you thought you were.
Innocent and pure.
Free of life's madness.

You never truly cared.
Just drifted along.
Praying that what others suffered

would never happen to you.
You saw the way to the top.
So you grabbed the rope and climbed.

Clung to it and climbed.
Higher and higher you went
'til you were almighty and godlike.

Then someone knocked you off that pedestal.
You fell,
down to the ****** ground, you fell.

Your bones shattered.
Your lungs collapsed.
But through all the cuts and bruises,

you longed and hungered for
that remembered time
when you reigned over all.