Pedestal

Put upon a pedestal thin as a razor blade where you must balance precariously for the higher it’s raised the longer the fall It’s simpler to say and do nothing at all It’s far too risky to care to put yourself out there You slipped once before perhaps you were pushed It left a nasty scar which is quite a coincidence You’ve never been the same since as when a child’s innocence has been stolen away Wisdom is won by such wounds but much can be lost too We are all simply people who eat, drink, piss, sh*t and screw until we come to our inevitable end A few are fortunate and do it in penthouses, mansions fancy flats in exclusive sections of cities sleeping on satin sheets while some must settle for a single room a shack or the streets At least in one respect they’re luckier than you The world doesn’t give a damn what they do