The Other Side.... Ive been to the top of the mountain and seen the other side, turned back around and jumped off the edge of the cliff line, I dont know if Ill make it back up again its one hell of a climb, but no matter what Ill always try to reach the peak until I die... Im only human I could never be a savior , I have an aptitude for taking wrong turns curse my behavior, I just have never found a box that I truly fit inside, Ive always been the one to walk outside of the lines, I see all the good people following the leaders, I also see those leaders and their hidden evil features, Im just an odd creature I question if this body is even mine, or if its only a vessel in which I currently reside, everybody argues about where theyll be going when its time to die, I sit back and wonder what I was doing before I began this life, most want things to be easy to smile and to feel complete, maybe I dont enjoy the journey unless Ive bloodied up my feet, Ive been the one to comfort and Ive been the one to hurt, Ive eaten at the table of riches and have also swallowed dirt, when life seems to be pieced to together I can almost feel the shake, anything thats glued back together is bound to re break.... I trip I stumble my back breaks and crumbles, but its in those moments where I am truly humbled, I feel the grip of shame and notice all the pain, take pride in my aches the bruises scars and stains, Im no angel yet not a demon not religious yet I have faith, if there isnt anything greater than myself I dont see point behind these days, they say to be productive but focus just aint my thing, if I feel Ive found a favorite color next moment thats prone to change, I feel this is all a game that no one realizes is being played, only way to be victorious is to disregard our face, find a quiet place alone is only lonely when soul fades, its I against the world so my spirit never strays, my hands have many issues theyve made many mistakes, thats ok if I learn and obtain wisdom the object of the sane, stay away from the fakes the liars and the snakes, or only confusion and chaos will follow the inevitable grave... The mountain is my enemy who taunts my every turn, I climb to only stumble I guess Ill never learn, its easy to justify actions its harder to truly change, but change only happens if I accept a fault runs through my veins, I have to admit that there is a problem that I can no longer control, but my pride betrays my ability to admit Ive lost my hold, some days I swallow the truth and realize that Im the issue, next day I find a million reasons to dismiss why I did use, Im older now though and I can see the foundation weaken, Ive seen how Ive allowed the darkness to creep in, its time to claw and scratch my way back to the top of the peak, never look back at what held me down and turn the other cheek, the climb is not for the brittle the meek or the weak, its for those strong enough to admit change begins from within me, so I guess its time to dust of the ashes and slowly begin to rise, my only hope is to one day see you all on the other side.....
Posted on: Tue, 02 Dec 2014 16:07:54 +0000
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