For what is a lack of conviction?
Without regard to feeling at all?
For what is to care, to be warm to love?
Without giving room to move forward?
Was I lost to believe the lake isn't tainted to drink?
Have they already trodden forth to a false retreat?
While I'm left on the hill of unhanged mirrors?
It’s colder up here, wind's stronger, but the air's clean.
An offering of a soul,
For a crumb of physicality,
A cathedral of care,
A mere reaction.
Feb 15
Feb 15, 2026 at 8:20 PM UTC
For what is a lack of conviction?
Without regard to feeling at all?
For what is to care, to be warm to love?
Without giving room to move forward?
Was I lost to believe the lake isn't tainted to drink?
Have they already trodden forth to a false retreat?
While I'm left on the hill of unhanged mirrors?
It’s colder up here, wind's stronger, but the air's clean.
An offering of a soul,
For a crumb of physicality,
A cathedral of care,
A mere reaction.
