Looking Up Poem by Brian Jefferson

If a picture is worth a thousand words
Then picture me flying high in the sky with a thousand birds
What would you say?
Better yet what would you do?
Would you prefer to be me?
Or would you just rather remain you
Just know I'm able to read your mind
Because your thoughts are exposed like grass on the ground meaning they're not hard to find
It’s true I'm becoming tired of your treatment
But admit it me being high in the sky without wings is certainly a remarkable achievement
Yet your refusal to envision me sitting on a throne
Has forced me underneath your skin similar to that of a bone
Looks like you’re still waiting for me to fall
Reason being I'm big in the sky but on the ground I'm small
Where I'm viewed as no threat
Because little guys are often beat with no sweat
While the big guys up in the suite are simply voiding our checks
Now as little guys are screaming out no respect!
Although were fighting for dreams we know we can't get
Selling our souls in pursuit of these dreams
Failing to realize the best way to make them a reality is to unite as one team
Building ourselves up instead of tearing one another down
Because the stronger we are as a single unit determine how long we will wear the crown
Without a doubt high up in the sky is where we all want to be
Towering over the horizon much like a tree
Away from the doubt and despair that lies below
Yet we all need to be in the ground like roots so that we can grow