It all started when we were kids
A hot summer afternoon, 96
Learning about the universe, the world, our place
A bold, faced, looming moon, with a pale blue backdrop
We looked up and idoled. Unbridled. Beguiled
By how close, how near, before us
A sturdy tree. Five times our age, five times our experiences
I use it as a tool, but not cruel, just as a stool
To climb. You stay behind
A vexing journey. The top, so far, but I'm there
I look up to reach, to breach, instead beseeched
To understand my place. Fragility
That's when I first felt it. Humility
One after the other
They coming down
One after the other
They rain down now
One after the other
They coming down
One after the other
They rain down now
Slinking, skulking, and sliding around
You are always trying to bring me down
Slinking, skulking, and sliding around
Why don't you take off your holy crown
Slowly now hastily breathe
We're taking in much less than we need
Fresh are the cuts that start to bleed
The taste is sour but soon will turn sweet
One after the other
They build em' tall
One after the other
I watch them fall
One after the other
They build em' tall
One after the other
I watch them fall
Slinking, skulking, and sliding around
You are always trying to bring me down
Slinking, skulking, and sliding around
Why don't you take off your holy crown
Slowly now hastily breathe
We're taking in much less than we need
Fresh are the cuts that start to bleed
The taste is sour but soon will turn sweet
It all started when we were kids
At the top of a tree, so free, I saw you
Wonder and amazement shunned by my amusement
I didn't want you to reach it, to breach it
Life is down here, I thought. What you sought, was not
I shouted at you, to stop the new. To bring you back
But then it happened
You understood. On top of that wood
Humility. Fragility
My yearning sated. You, aided. And I faded