Stuff I found in my old notebook #6

[tastyradish]

With broken wings
we cannot fly
But with our arms
we'll climb high
These pillars are descending
upon us but we'll still try
They said we'd never make it
but that was a lie
They fall and they fall
and they pull at our feet
Their eyes burning from the fate they'll soon meet
The spectators watch hoping for a treat
it would be so easy to intervene
but that would be a cheat
Humility awaits below and
hostility awaits on top
If we were more courageous
maybe we could stop
Our finger tips are slipping
The roaring cresendos as we
drop, drop, drop...