The Journy

I've loved and lost but yet nothing really matters. I am one in a billion others whom all strive for greatness. We stand on our feet looking down at the ones that don't reach our level. My head in the clouds while you try and bring me down. Above the smog I breath with ease but with you at my feet I feel as if I have to come down to help pull you up. I don't know what I want with my life or who I want in it. How can one like many? Life is complicated but yet I feel normal. I go what other humans go through and it's all 100% normal. That's all what really matters. We love, we loose, we strive for greatness and sometimes we fail, but we always get back up on our feet and reach for the sky till we sit up on a cloud and look down at what we have done with the world and know that you have done your greatest because it was your life.