You present yourself as a man reborn
Shedding your past as if it were as natural as leaves falling from a tree
You seemed to have uplifted your roots to replant them in higher grounds
Far higher than all of us, apparently

What you don't realize though is that the grounds you raise yourself upon
They are no richer in nutrient, no greater in worth
In fact they are far from the streams below
So far your veins are starved- leaving you a shallow shadow of a man

You place yourself higher than the rest
But so high the sun beams fires in your eyes
You have blindly added flame to your already raging fire
And your branches and life itself are withering in your pride