Elevation

All to Myself

For you, the sky seems far open

Under the watch of too many at a time

Who expose your pains to a society when,

All you want to be covert, and to your own - sublime.

A light bulb hidden by a lampshade,

Not ever dull, but itself bright,

Dimmed by want, preferential aid,

A need that is now, my dear, justified by a right.

A walk of shame balanced on the finest hair

is not enough to break the courage of a wanderer

who's strong faith is grantingly lighter than air

for them a heavy burden is still yet to conquer

All to yourself you may wonder

If you're ever alone or even farther

away from goals and dreams

but honey, it's a lot closer than it seems

Climb up trees tall enough to see over your worries

And mountains surpass those heights

Even in the lowest valleys of the world

might not bury pain

But you can push away the strife

and staining disdain

of all that remains unrequited

by the innocence of pain

All to myself, I may wonder

too much,

it's a trap, really

that I won't ever fall under

because I now know better.