don’t look down
you might be staring at someone
who already slipped the lock
the one you call humble
simple
unimpressive
may be committing a quiet crime—
building a life
that doesn’t need witnesses
status is a stage with no exit
a bright collar
a leash polished to look like success
it keeps you visible
busy
obedient
smile here
bleed here
prove it again
status trains you to audition
forever
humility isn’t small
it’s selective
it knows the difference
between being seen
and being owned
while status perfects the mask
humility buys time
builds exits
reclaims the nervous system
status feeds on eyes
on metrics
on applause that never satisfies
humility starves the machine
and walks away
status makes you perform
until you forget who you were
humility breaks the contract
status makes you a slave
to attention
to noise
to approval
humility makes you an owner
of your time
your breath
your life
don’t look down
you might miss the escape
the quiet ones
aren’t behind
they’re already free
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