I’ve always thought that I didn't need anyone.
And I can see that many agree to this, but not everyone.
Nothing was ever enough for me.
So that's when I decided to climb up that tree.
In the beginning, it was rough indeed.
But I gritted my teeth and kept going.
I was determined to climb to the top and succeed.
That was when the wind started growing.
It started as a gentle breeze that turned into a terrible storm.
A terrible force with no fixed form.
I got flailed off and fell with a thud.
My legs now coated with dirty mud.
At that moment, I looked at the top of the tree and saw a nest.
An eagle glaring down as if I was a pest.
I hauled myself away, terrified of an incoming brawl
Maybe reaching the top wasn't the best idea after all.
