I've always looked at this world as a punitive cancer
This day and age I've taken hits to my moral and standard.
Feeling like it's impossible to reach the bar forced to watch it turn to crumb
So it's been lowered time and time just to meet what comes
Feeling that it's ok cause it'll always pick back up
But hell if it isn't there then it isn't good enough
Developed a fear of not accepting the slum
Unwanted isolation that's what made it tough
But I'm above that as is my expectation
I am a man of flight and trust that I'll make it
Developed a means to glide and learned to embrace it
Now I'm taking my old bar as it's time to replace it
Back to square one on your toes if you face it
Can't reach? That's too bad as I swing from it gracefully
I've developed a standard it's time I recreated it
The path forward is a climb there's no time to keep hanging
Never used to look down now let's get to maintaining
Never been one to give up, stall, panic, or give into negativity
That's a standard I hold for myself and any near to me
The space isn't wide what doesn't fit isn't saved
I am a man of moral and standard, I'll take that to my grave
