I stand on top of a peak
But can't find what to pick
They all look up to me
But still can't get off this peak
"What is this that I lack? "
I think I should start to pack
I miss them more,
I need my pack
A thousand times i speak
In response i get silence.
Too soon to invite negativity
Never late to understand my capability
Am free from the chains
Now i know my identity
I fly higher with possibility
Never to ignore my morality.
© flemming jesse