High And Low Poem by Pranshu Phuloriya

There is a point between high and low,
When you have nowhere to run and nowhere to go.
You see nothing because it is too dark,
But be like water and just flow.

Drink up your tears your feelings will unload,
Eat up your fears and just explode.
The hotter it gets,
The calmer you go.

People would want the spotlight but you lay low,
Cause when it heats up birds of feather will fly,
Then the man can burn,
But the legend won't die.