you aspire to greatness—i won’t tell you no
tilt your chin just a little more. that helps you stay above it all
just a little more …
but now it’s too high
and now you’re so much less than you want to be
you’re even farther above it all
but so am i and so are all these other nobodies
strapped in rows [please remain seated]
like the animals we don’t want to believe we are
and here, above it all, you lose sight of yourself
too caught up in your attempts to breathe
a slave to your physical limitations
a hostage to your fears
a prisoner of your weaknesses
just like me and all these nobodies
but on the ground, we’re above them all.
aren’t we, friend?