ARE WE, WHO WE SAY WE ARE?

I ask so much

and reach to fly.

I say so little

and think I'm high.

but when I recharge every night

and tire during the day.

sometimes my light is dark

and sometimes my nights are light..

shine is the power of one

and dark is the pain of all.

and when i walk the straight line

i see the mountains low.

but when i look up i see valleys high.

my dear me

don't forget

that life is a net.

and my dear friend this i bet!