(A reflection on Verse Two)
I’m suffering from altitude sickness
And it’s an awfully bad case
From thinking too highly of myself
Stuck up in this cold and rarified place
Sitting alone in the nosebleed seats
Looking down on the crowd
Shouting like I’m above it all
And feeling mighty proud
Quick and easy to feel pity
From this View-obstructed perch
It’s time to get down and lowly
To leave my sorry self in the lurch
Time to eat some very humble pie
Stuffed with tart 12th century verse
Only by cherishing others more than myself
Can I send ego away in a hearse.
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