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