Beneath the crowd I seem to crawl
Like an insect compared to others I seem so small.
If I were to play a game of hide and go seek
I could hide in plain sight and never be beat.
You could look over my head without lifting up yours
Then again I stand eye level with your stomach that roars.
I cannot reach things on the shelves placed so high
But I still try to anyway, I don't mind the climb.
While my vertical limit may seem like a pain
From my standpoint it gives me more reasons to aim
For the moon for the stars for the heavens above
So what if I'm short, it's the view that I love.
Beneath the crowd is where I will stay
and where I will be noticed by someone one day.