Freedom to move forward
doesn’t mean
there isn’t a mountain in your way

Just like a child can’t be un-orphaned
a scar removed only becomes larger
These things are futile

When you’ll justify bed sores
make friends with wrinkles
and quit fighting against your captor
You lost

If our heads are buried in the sand
how will we find the light?
Sitting idly by while the ground shakes
The ground even quakes

For you to pull yourself out of the dirt
And
Brush
Off

Survive this
Climb the mountain and roll down the other side like a kid