Possibility, a thought away

I don't want to rise so high

That I get lost in the sky;

Everything, everyone

I look down upon,

Write their future

On a polarized piece of paper

And say, hey there

See here, you've all lost, I have won.

I don't want to lie so low and buried

That I get trampled, stampede;

Everything, everyone

Walks over me,

Writes my designed destiny

And say, hey there

See here, we have all won

You are just another loser.

I want to walk and fly steady in the middle

Involve all in the most engaging huddle;

Encourage naysayers, failures

So they fight and taste success,

Motivate high flyers, achievers

So they humbly help others in the race

Everyone wins, no one loses

We grow hand in hand, in medias res.