Herein, I shall account what dangers lie
Within the sweetness of such panegyric
That lift your esteem to pinnacles high
Through melody of your peers’ music and lyric.
For when words take the superlative form,
They hoist you up royally on the zenith of all,
Leaving no ladders to climb, no walls to storm.
All that remains is the prospect of a downfall.
Readily assumed will be your continued success,
Though there may yet be one to better you still,
And you, so drunk in praise, would fail to assess
Your proximity to failure without your Power of Will.
So heed not when someone calls you the best,
Let not their words poison your efforts earnest.
Originally shared with a friend in the Winter of 2012