humility

The road was grey but not one;
in thus, it was not harkend to stay too long.
For the Fire of our earth and the Ice in our sky calls us when they can:
Spins us a truth, orbits the past, then returns to the black

all the tragic heros have not had two feet:
some were rocks who you shall shame when you meet.
some have assaulted impassable worlds
gone where they were never su'pposed to go.
life plus life, weaker as its absorbed
greater in the beginning where all was born

late blooming flowers on my paper'd wall
wait at the pass that some will call a law
because they wish it to be true, there best of friends
an end for the mistakes that mark there way.

well, those mistakes will always be.
some things shall not be destroyed,
for better or worse, it is our endevoured journey -
unwinnable alone - a paradox sits upon the throne
and some shall say, that thou have stayed too long
some shall say, that all is lost . . .


listen not