once i felt as though i held the world in the palm of my hand and now i can hardly breathe from under the weight of its crushing boot i had everything with no need to do anything but now i find i don’t know how to do much at all i burn everything i touch or rather, everything i make on the stove i always used to have someone to make my lovely meals i never had to lift a finger but it seems that has made me weak for now i am lost at sea without my glittering gold to guide me i stood atop a mighty hill looking down on those below but now i stand at the base as those once below rush to claim my place life was a breeze life was mine to mold now i learn life is cruel for all those but who i used to be