Now that you reached the top br don't look down, it's quite the drop br How can you steady your feet br when all is won, none left to defeat br and your wisdom becomes unclear br as panic cements your fear br was it worth the fight after all br to burn and lose your one soul br like a moth to the light br dead set on its fight br now as you look up br with bitterness filling your cup br and so called friends who held your rope br on your way up to blazing hope br hiding nowhere to be found br moving on to fresher ground br since your flame nears its end br like vanity on the mend br lesson too late to learn br A modest soul does not burn br it's your heavy head instead in the cloud br like a single ant amongst the crowd br crushed suddenly in its tracks br a fizzle end to your lofty climaxbr br Leaking Penbr br