The Way Up

Success is like a ladder
with everyone struggling to climb
Some rise quickly and get higher
By pulling others a step behind

Not minding if they step on toes
To get to the highest peak
In their mind is a set of goals
Can't be achieved purely or so to speak

The greater the climb the greater the fall
Is the fate that awaits them
For they can't resist prides call
So they crumble like a rotten stem

The slow and steady wins the race
Making strong footholds as they go
It's not how far but how well your pace
For the one who's watching you do not know

We all want to get to that high top
And at last put on the golden crown
We all want a drink from the king's cup
Forgetting the only way up is down.