heraclitus was wrong

the way up is not the same as the way down
the view is different nothing seems the same
looked at from the reverse angle no blame
can light on you when you've won the crown
but all falls on you when you're just a clown
at the top no thought or sense of shame
at bottom not even the memory of fame
your self forgotten gone all your renown
the landmarks all are smashed no path is clear
a thousand backs now confront you with a bland
indifference worse than active disregard
yet once there was not a single thing to fear
all came with ease into your outstretched hand
life's barriers seemed neither difficult nor hard
nothing appeared too onerous to bear