The deeds that blacken men's hearts,
and darken their eyes, are the ones
which they forge on the anvil of
"compromise". Incessantly pounding
with the the hammer called; "fate",
and the destiny they've constructed
is not the choice they should have
made.
Instead of traversing slowly and with
vigilance, upon the rugged terrain.
They chose a downhill saunter,
which brought no character, but a
sashay of shame. And with
hardened hearts and crusted over
eyes, they've longed to see
clearly, and yet have failed to
realize.
But they have been born for so
much more, as they wander
aimlessly through life, while
playing the victim, and playing
the whore.
Another substance laden binger
is had, in order to survive
another empty week. Another
hypodermic needle, to numb
the pain that you keep. But those
dreams that you've dreamt so
big, and fervently desired to
live, are poisoned by the toxin
that pulsates to your head.
And maybe you have said that your
better off dead, and with certainty;
"ready to die." And I say, that
instead of choosing a lucid
realization, it is simply nothing
more than a lie.
Why choose a 6 foot deep burial
site, when instead you can choose
to fly?
Flying high, so high, like a spirit
in the sky. Up, way up above
the noise, to a place of
translucent beauty that is more
than you could have imagined.
While the fulfillment you have
craved, surpasses
expectations.
But you have settled for less,
second best, while constantly
striving under the weight of
shame, in vain, and while
clinically depressed.
So you must choose, which path
to take, and which decisions to
make. For one will lead you into
the agony of a black hole tragedy,
where darkness and desolation
do smother your sanity. But the
other path is reserved for those
among us who choose to shine.
Like a cosmic eruption that
decorates the sky, so high,
shining bright for the world
to see. And beckoning
loudly to all the others, who
have only longed to be.
