He crawls out of the mud,
starving for light,
no matter what the cost.
All he needs is an inkling,
just a tad,
just a moment,
just a rhythm,
To know he's winning.
Divinity,
he seeks
may be pure,
may be white,
but absent of light,
for the man in blight.
A great man doesn't fall from the sky,
He crawls out of the mud,
wet, raw, and ready to fight.
Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 1:19 AM UTC
He crawls out of the mud,
starving for light,
no matter what the cost.
All he needs is an inkling,
just a tad,
just a moment,
just a rhythm,
To know he's winning.
Divinity,
he seeks
may be pure,
may be white,
but absent of light,
for the man in blight.
A great man doesn't fall from the sky,
He crawls out of the mud,
wet, raw, and ready to fight.
