I guess some things will just never change.
The world lives a lie,
And there's no one to blame.
But who am I?
Not someone unfettered --
I'm just like the rest . . .
Simply good, never better.
Good. Better. Best.
It's the natural progression.
Yet, I'll never be best,
And that's become my obsession.
I'll climb and climb,
Until I reach the clifftops.
But I'm well-overdue to fall,
To be pinned down by a boulder.
Or lose my footing on the rocks.
If I do make it all the way,
You can bet I won't be subtle.
I'll stick my flag in the ground,
And, looking down, I'll shout:
" See! It's all of you that I've done it without!
You told me that I would fall,
And well, look here, I did it!
I hope you look long, and can't ever forget it!"
I was never the best . . .
****, I've still not gotten better.
But, that old hag called "Fear,"
You'll look back and regret her.
So I'll watch as you climb,
And then ask me for aid.
And it is at that moment, I hope you realize
The monster that you've made.
I'll retract my hand and begin my response:
" Well, I would . . .
But you've taught me I can't be better.
So forget the rest . . .
. . . And I'm good."
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