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