One After the Other

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