Sometimes the world goes crashing upward
Too good
Too strong
To hold back
The mountains
Built by many men
Are lifting up the foundation
Greatness rises
And in the blink of an eye
The horizon
Becomes harder and harder to see
So I climb atop the shoulders of dead memories
To see over the tops of buildings
And draw a dot on the distance I wish to go
Then I float back to earth
Digging down digging in
To rise above
Low profile
Until it is my turn
To make my entrance

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