The Rising Fool

For you are down there

And I am up here among the clouds and the nice warm air.

You see your harsh words and lack of respect got me

Thinking that there could be less of the bitter truth and dangerous tone of your voice

Because we used to be friends and that was our choice.

But now we've grown,

It's not been together with my emotions askew I'm left in the cold;

Discarded not cared for, invisible I'm disregarded.

Yet I stay strong as so many have said,

Not give up the fight for a piece of me is already dead.

The best of you is something I used to spite,

It wasn't the success it was a fire alight.

You see I've grown too and what you see now is indifference

For I've become thankful to those who are not you,

I've learnt to forgive, remember not to forget

And appreciate your temporary effects.

Are your temporary effects.