Head in the Clouds and Wheels on the Ground

Everything I want is at the top of the pyramid But how can I get there when there is no "Elevator to success" I watch everyone try and climb the stairs to their dreams Not all make it; most that fail wail how they shouldn't have tried They tell me I am lucky because I am cradled by the safety net of society's pity I never know what to say to them no matter how many times I hear it Or when I see it in the eyes of some who passes me by Worst still are those that make it to the top who ignore me for what I represent Failure My whole body is a monument to failure It is out of my control no matter how I plead with it to comply It is so weak and useless yet it still has the power to strip me of my pride It is not my body that I treat as a temple but my spirit I nurture it; steel it against the harsh reality of my limits I focus on my kindness my hunger and my wit I have observed enough to know that these are the keys to getting to the top They will help me create my elevator Unlike those who have grown complacent on their perches My determination will never wane and I will continue to rise higher still