Not reaching for the stars

I once thought my limit was the sky

I had set the bar for myself high

In terms of achievement in every sphere

As time went by, I realized I lived in fear

Of not being able to reach the heights

I had set my eyes on, life was a constant fight

To soar higher and higher, there was no ceiling

The constant climb left me reeling..

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I had thought by reaching for the stars I would declare

Myself extraordinary, more than anything I cared

About distinguishing myself from the crowd

I wanted to be unique, and proud..

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I have learnt enough lessons by now to know that I

Am not someone who can fly high

Let me keep my feet closer to the ground

Instead of being lonely in the sky, find community around

To be extraordinary or distinctive I would not strive

I would rather be a harmonious part of the hive