Eight Miles Too HighA Poem by PeteBe yourself- not your idea of what you think somebody else's idea of yourself should be. - Thoreauyou sing the song but don't know the words strum the strings but can't play the chords beat drums without keeping a beat read signs without being able to find a street you claim to be saved yet are afraid to die insist you care but are afraid to cry think yourself an achiever but are afraid to try never asking, "how", focusing instead on, "why" you try to fly thinking you're one of the byrds telling the truth when you know it's just another lie pretending you live in a mansion when it's really a sty you tell others to go eat cake when all they have is pie you think you're well grounded when you're actually eight miles too high © 2026 PeteAuthor's Note
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