Sometimes I feel like an eagle
Soaring
high,
high,
above the ground.
And never coming down
To face
the problems of the world.
Sometimes I feel like a snail
Insignificant,
and tiny,
Able to be squashed underfoot
Without
a moment's thought.
Sometimes I feel like I'm not really here
But am a ghost.
Invisible,
intangible,
Unable to affect my surroundings
By anything
I do
at all.
Sometimes I feel like a candle
Fragile,
flickering,
wavering
in every draft.
Able to be snuffed out
by one
single
puff of wind.
Never to shine
again.
