Possibility, a thought away

I don't want to rise so high That I get lost in the sky; Everything, everyone I look down upon, Write their future On a polarized piece of paper And say, hey there See here, you've all lost, I have won. I don't want to lie so low and buried That I get trampled, stampede; Everything, everyone Walks over me, Writes my designed destiny And say, hey there See here, we have all won You are just another loser. I want to walk and fly steady in the middle Involve all in the most engaging huddle; Encourage naysayers, failures So they fight and taste success, Motivate high flyers, achievers So they humbly help others in the race Everyone wins, no one loses We grow hand in hand, in medias res.