Rings of the tung

There is a small plant that sits on the corner of my life.

It is a tough little plant;
I have not watered it.
I do not give it soil, but I do take it, and throw it to the wind.

You succeeded but you failed
You succeeded but you failed
You succeeded
You succeeded but you failed

You are above their bar and below yours
You survived but you do not celebrate

They say you reached for the stars.

Please don't leave me, you dying songbird.

Your song is still beautiful, no matter the notes, no matter the order
Please don't leave your rusting cage via shoebox, friend.