teeny tiny thoughts

ubiquitous

where did it go wrong?
how do we handle this stuff for long?
'cause I'm in the process of relearning,
and everything seems difficult for my
     handling.

was the sun of my planet,
but a speck of dust when I'm out of it.
at the top of my ladder,
but the bottom of their pyramid here.

what's there to fear?
when everything's for me to learn.
why am I so afraid to fall—
if I can't still even fly at all?