Despite attempts, To break through ancient walls, The stone temples tower high, These tired hands only have the dust to show. Let me down, but let me know That I've got a few more years to go. Age is locked with time, But death is beyond my rhyme. Let me down, but don't let me fall, Just a few more moments, Til I try again at this crumbling wall. I can see the sun from here, With withered eyes. I can feel the warmth from here, Oh let it shine. Raise an arm, reach out far, The bodies lies, Too tired and worn to grasp the star. Spirit ahead, reaching through the crumbled cage. Breaking me free, Not a fool or an elder sage, But my soul has broken through Free of rage. The bodies lies, Empty and depthless, While I float into skies.
Despite all of the intellectual claptrap and hyperemotional rigamarole, it is indeed a permeable factor that guides us. As truly indescribable as is that Inner Nature, I must say that yours was as noble and worthy an attempt as I've seen. much love
I will also say well done; We travel together floating into the inner skies. Two paths diverge from the fallen form... one of will, the other surrender.
