Without Cliche.

Dont let yourself get to your head.
Walking on the flat line of whom began first steps.
Success and recognition come together,
blinding and feeding you,
unable to catch sight of meaning.
Losing hunger, blood flow from it all.
Having to "try",
defeats all efforts of simplicity.
Understanding, relating, in common with the minds and ways,
only I myself can carry.
Still quite young, seeing this now.
Life only moves on,
hearing no complain.
While pursuing happiness,
you lose what made you sad.
Continuing to where you haven't awoken,
sleeping on dreams.

5/7/12
09:38