comfortable
careless

content high up above

people like ants
problems like the breeze
making home on the ground
was lounging on clouds

foolish
fearless

untouchable

from the turmoil
and tides
raging below

humbled
& hurled

back down to reality

the foundation
i strengthened
crumbling
before me

underneath the weight of the world
the pressure forces diamonds

somewhere down here,
there is beauty

somehow
there is happiness;

one just has to learn to see it
while crawling amongst the filth