How high must one actually fly,
Must they soar through the sky?
What if they sink very low,
Will that be the biggest blow?
If they find themselves grounded,
Will they find themselves hounded?
What happens if one’s stuck beneath,
Is that simply their lot bequeathed?
How many times must one fall,
For others to give a shit at all?
Why must we grow fucking wings?
When swinging from trees—our thing?
When will hypocrite hoarders share
Their hope and resources with care?
When will justice befall the earth?
When will lives matter beyond their birth?
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, December 26, 2025.
Tittu
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Good write T. That pic reminds me of P in some way, hmmm. But don't answer the question to it: 'How?' lol.
Indeed. Though we know he not be defying gravity, with the amount of green glug he's got going on! 🤣
Well, maybe I would comment on some deep philosophical meanings too, but one always distracts me, then it degenerates into some daftness. He wants to be called Your Royal Glugness now. lol.
Oh bother! From Popeyus to the Royal Glugger. What's next, Tom wants to be called The Nebulous Knitter? 🤣
Deep philosophical questions here Tristan and those with no answers. One must seek such answers within not without. A lovely write my friend
Indeed. 💯 Thank you so much, my friend. Glad that came across and the poem delivered! Always, appreciated! 🖤🔥🕸️🙏
Well said. My friend. Your poem addresses the burdens of ambition, the fear of failure, and the societal pressures to succeed. It critiques the disparity between those who have privilege (symbolized by "wings") and those who struggle, asking when true justice and equity will be achieved.
Friendship, I truly do appreciate you, my dear friend. Your reading connects deeply with why I wrote this. The exhaustion of always being asked to adapt, to grow, to prove worth…while others hoard safety and grace. Knowing you saw that pressure clearly means a lot. 🖤🔥🕸️🙏
Good write, Tristan. Happy New Year.
Thank you, Jerry! Happy New Year to you too, my friend. 🖤🔥🕸️🙏
You matter and in many ways you’ve made me/us here matter as well. So here’s to another awesome year of poetry ahead, Tittu. 🕊️🙏🏻
That means a great deal to me. Thank you, Rik! Indeed, here’s to that year. And ditto, my friend. Grateful for this space and for you. 🖤🔥🕸️🙏
With a glug-a-glug-glug, if he can say it - Happy glug New glug Year glug to ya!
All of that glug and no belching! Impressed! A happy new glug year it will be indeed! Thank you, my dear friend! Lots of glugging to be had! 🤣
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