Held so high
I touch the sky with all the boasting
My heart’s grown heavy
The praise now empty
The ground beneath my feet is shaking
I fall
The sting of hard ground is reality
Hits me harder as I hit it
I shatter and break
The appraisers scoff saying I let them down
But their bar was too high
Unbalanced I stood
Till I could stand no longer
I stand no longer before them
For they are my counsel no more
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