On the lessons we learn

This is something I wrote during my senior year of high school:

Byron's Lesson 3/22/2007

With every rose, comes thorns
the tragic failure from climbing too high
we target the heavens,
and leave our feet,
the earth that had made us.
We look not out or forward,
but up
and in turn miss it
right before our very eyes
life passing before us as
we stand still
opportunities wasted
no second chances.
But then I realize I am not Superman,
nor an angel of the Lord almighty
and so I fall
back into life
the truth.
She's beautiful.
Right.