A Prey Does Not Pray

I didn’t put faith in this,
But I realized I was soaring high—
When I saw that I had sunk so low.

I was no bird of prey.
An early bird, but no pray.
And I couldn’t cut it.
Even so, I could have my cake and eat it.
I had a strong
Sense of my own.

I can’t seem to find the right title today—this one will do.