Spreading my wings, I take off into the sky. I Fly above everyone, looking down on them all. I Feel Happy, confident, Important. Because i know they can’t join me. But they feel undeserved, so they find a way, to join me in the sky. But i'm not happy for the company. For I feel like everyone else. I'm the same. There's really no difference. If we are all in the sky, and all do great things, Then what I have done, Does it really matter? I try to fly higher, and get above them. But somehow i’m going slower. While they go forewords. And i find myself below everyone else. Forgotten. Abandoned. Left behind with nothing to do but die. Because of my own greed.