Don’t look down. It’s an impossible view. Scale the peaks. It’s the only way through. Tattered we roam. Tethered to truth. Lost on an island, with the fountain of youth.
Progress is squandered, when abandoned, its true. But answer me this, “What is progress to you?”
Is it adventure, or love?
Can’t it be both? Or neither?
It already is. Destiny is you.
Well then, if honesty is Heaven, by reason lies must be Hell.
Does that make purgatory humility? The choice to do? Beyond temptation, beyond pride, somewhere, where, we have the choice to choose.
A life well lived, what is this to you?
I’ve got the world in my hands, the master plan. Why is it that my time is through?
The looking glass is clouded, my priorities, they’ve gone askew.
I beg you lord, please forgive me, as I have forgiven you.
The price is steep, the toll is due, you know what you’ve done, all I’ve given you.
Forgiveness, there’s no option. Forgiveness? Have you no clue?
The choice you made, you made true. The choice you made, you made, you.
The time was measured justly, to that measure, I’ve been astute.
Your compassion is not measurable. It is beyond me.
Forgiveness, my son, forgiveness, Is what I ask of you.
Each step must be thought through thoroughly, as quickly as possible. Time is against us. The wind and the sun have teamed up.
“Kick us while we are down will you!” the echo boomed, following his yell, each reverb mocking the last one.
Composure is key. Thinking and acting at such a pace is not with out risk. Remember her directions. Remember the reason to her rhyme.
“I tell my love to wreck it all, Cut out all the ropes and let me fall
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, Right in the moment this order's tall” as the silence of his words filled his eyes with tears.
Faith is what brought you hear. In all aspects this is fact. With this kept close to heart, my fire grows.
Sweat is pouring, from pores and saplings alike. The only thing dry is the rock, but don’t let that fool you. Proceed.
Drive, not down the highways, but through the ditches, over the hills, drive until you are home.
Darkness creeps in, the silent army in the trees, approached through the flickers of the flame, whipping in the wind.
Faith is found, in the last thoughts. Can’t shake the feeling that I was a dick as a kid, that I will be forgotten in the peaks, over the hills, strong and alone.
Together we love, together we grow. Apart I am weak, apart is where I go.
Apart, together, into parts unknown.
Looking inwards. Finding things I had locked away. Fear is the cell that contained once forgotten passions. Discovering feelings, new and old has been what I want out of life. I want to be able to feel how I want to feel. For so long it has not been that way. I have been feeling the way I think I should feel for that situation. Thus stunting true experience. There is no such thing as almost integrity, although I would convince you otherwise. Persuasive he is, the one that feeds of controlling me. But he is a creation, and I love him for he has contributed to me. He is how I will learn. How I will live. The struggles, the success, the experience of me, and my little sloth friend inside. I like to call him a Demon, but maybe I am being a little too hard.
-Graham Balon
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