Alone At the Top
How empty I feel as I gaze outside
from a penthouse suite, so grand
a prisoner chained, this lofty building
weighs me down on the ground where I stand.
I remember those yesterdays long, long ago
where in freedom, I'd run, laugh and play
I'd ride on my horse on the wild, open plains
now I'm trapped at my desk every day.
In those years as I grew, I came to consider
a future beyond my quaint humble town
to the city I went, with idealist intentions
to prove greater dreams could be found.
Yet here now I stand, with my dreams in my hands
and I'm empty, as empty could be
how desperate I feel, I'd give all to be real
to again ride my horse and break free.
Written on 3/12/2018
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