Higher

hmm i suppose it is a metaphor of conformity...

Flying around,

Drifting above others.

Unnoticed.

Unnoticable.

Dancing lightly above their heads.

Trying not to think about them.

But gradually,

Your wings grow heavy.

You start to sink to their level.

You try to rise up,

But they pull you back down.

Like the Kraken struggling with a ship.

You kick off their hands,

And flutter away,

Higher then before.

Because you know what it was like down there,

And you want to fly,

Not crawl.