Downward Mobility

In creating,
though upward I ascend
in aspirational joy
downward, I spiral
in my context’s prevailing axiom
for “life’s good.”
Upward, Upward
I should trudge forth
or irrelevent,
irresponsible I shall be.
Could it be -this paradigm-
serves all but me?
Shall I reject
the construct that to be happy,
I must debase myself
and suppress…me?