We sit comfortably with our backs to the earth,
Satisfied with what we've accomplished of our insurmountable work,
The challenges we've faced to push ourselves forward,
So we can out achieve our peers.
We struggle to win the respect of those we wish to surpass,
So they can catapult us above them
But we left them behind didn't we?
Did we look back as we flew aloft?
When the thunder crashes on us,
Who'll be there to save us?
No one but our precedent friend,
We'll get by with ourselves again.
Dec 10, 2011
Dec 10, 2011 at 3:27 PM UTC
We sit comfortably with our backs to the earth,
Satisfied with what we've accomplished of our insurmountable work,
The challenges we've faced to push ourselves forward,
So we can out achieve our peers.
We struggle to win the respect of those we wish to surpass,
So they can catapult us above them
But we left them behind didn't we?
Did we look back as we flew aloft?
When the thunder crashes on us,
Who'll be there to save us?
No one but our precedent friend,
We'll get by with ourselves again.
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