You are the soul that makes you.
You are the one who break you.
You are the time it takes you,
suffering and overjoyed.
Connected by your many symbols,
everyone and everything,
resting head and arms akimbo.
Didn’t they teach you anything
about real life?
About living in this world?
Did you think it was easy?
Did you expect it to unfurl
like the morning in our glory,
bowing down to just one girl?
Such an ignorant perspective;
innocent and despicable.
There’s a price we pay to be here,
another to go one.
You want to board tomorrow?
You want to see the dawn?
They’re taking rings and coins and cash.
They’re taking limbs,
they’re taking souls;
whatever you willing to part with,
whatever gets you on the boat.
Oh, I can see
you’re not following along
with my little metaphor;
maybe you think you’ll ignore
what you don’t understand.
Deny me at your peril,
relegate me while you can,
to a place where I don’t matter,
where the problem’s out of your hands.
I just came to guide you,
a companion in these lands,
a voice in the darkness,
bringing the light into your hands.
You always failed to trust me,
I guess you didn’t trust yourself.
If it was all just futile,
the struggles worth it by itself.
That’s how you get stronger,
by adversity,
by discomfort,
by dealing with one
obsession
and the next one
and the next one
and you fall down flat on your…
Failure
isn’t an option;
it’s an expectation
in the act of living.
Realize
it becomes you
to crash and burn
and get back up again.
Every day
you walk away from
is one you put in the “Win” column.
Every day we play for more,
but we aim small, miss small
and we’re
tied to each other more by our weakness,
or strengths are our difference.
I hope this makes sense,
because the next thing
is coming.
I hope you’re ready,
to pay,
to fight,
to engage,
to delight,
in the day,
in the night.
There’s no walking away,
we all pay the price
for the time of our life.
HG – 2018
