Write, say, fall.

He's high,
they say.
You're right,
he says,
I'm far above you all.
I'm surrounded by words,
and trying to say,
what's been happening all along.

Come down,
they say.
It's always the same,
they want to prove him wrong.
I can't,
he says,
You made me this way,
by filling my mind with songs.

One day,
they say,
You'll fall from there.
I hope you're right, he says.
My room is crowded,
and I haven't slept,
but I'll quit when you read
what I've said.