Do You See What I See

The reason are of not mine, like a creaking vine. I start to whine, because I'm separated from this day and time. You have placed yourself up high, like clouds drifting by. You never look down to notice me sigh, cause if you did you would begin to cry. The reasons are of not mine. In a wonderful world, I wonder why. Holding on, but my strength is almost gone, what day and time am I from. Why is it so hard for me to carry on While creeping and clinging to every thorn, your steadily rising higher as the day gets going. One on one, it can never be; fore your structure is totally different from me.