The Ladder and the Monster of -EST
The world is a ladder.
Each rung houses a soul wrapped in tissue
Above and below are people that are not me, up and down as far as I can see
Panic in my chest comes from the venom of the Monster of -EST
Alone on my rung, I pursue the superlative.
You must be the best.
The best of the best
The best, as you are better than all the rest.
The monster of -est says all this in jest,
For the ladder that is the world is infinite in length and loneliness.