The ladder,
The one I’m forced to climb.
A lack of friction, I seem to find,
As I take the rung into my fingers.
And the vertigo sensation lingers.
I know my lesson,
Why should I persist?
Brace my feet, step up, and
Slip.
The question:
Should I give up
And fall regardless?
Or continue
And say I tried this?
With this knowledge, then,
What good is
The latter?
Jan 30, 2011
Jan 30, 2011 at 1:49 PM UTC
The ladder,
The one I’m forced to climb.
A lack of friction, I seem to find,
As I take the rung into my fingers.
And the vertigo sensation lingers.
I know my lesson,
Why should I persist?
Brace my feet, step up, and
Slip.
The question:
Should I give up
And fall regardless?
Or continue
And say I tried this?
With this knowledge, then,
What good is
The latter?
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