Overgrown Spiel Part 1

I'm pouring my heart out on the page, but no amount of words nor good intentions could undo my selfishness. How could I not see what was right in front of me? How ignorant must I be not to notice such loveliness? I thought I held tasty apples and wanted to share them with everyone (but I was just a squirming root with little nourishment to give). But things like that happen when one forgets the tree that brought you up and made you strong. Things like that happen when you say hateful things instead of singing of joyous songs. The majority of the time what I write about is purely for creativity's sake (I never once expect anyone's heart to break). I like to think I'm wise for my age, but I really just dress things up with metaphors and on-the-spot rhymes. I was at the top of the world, but I forgot earthly victories are temporary. I was cruel and self-centered, couldn't get off my high horse long enough for her to take a drink, no I had to drive her to the ground! I love my family and friends, not because of what they give or give up but just WHO they are. And I don't say it often enough (I'm too busy hiding inside of words)... why do I not stop and listen to the songs of birds? Why must I simply describe it to you for your imagination to run wild? You could have been there and enjoyed it for yourself. You could've felt the summer sun as it softly warmed your skin (instead of I just trying to find rhymes within). Truth is I'm a pretty lucky guy to know the people that I do. And when living in my head, I easily forget this to be true. P.S. If you made it this far please continue on to Part Two. The only reason I split it up is because it went over the character count unfortunately...