The failing flight
Of tribulation
the half fight of a gradient
Roads
That dip in
Gradually

The Little times of hurt

It, the road
It speaks

"Come and find us free".
"You be only half the way"!

For that is of it's course

But this pray I never be
The loss of rage
I've cleared a Path

An unobstructed trail
That I might to follow
Yet stubborn I to head
Lessons trepination holds

With least regard to caution

So lock and step, to and fro
Let it be and such it was
On tip of toe I follow


So mighty a callus made to faulter
By the glass that cuts the
Soul


This is my mighty reconning

Yet i still to follow

With no regard to Pain
is a pact
I dare not shake

I've That Path and Pain

With pity not to know.

So, Pity for tomorrow
While on and on i go.


Mighty thee my Foolishness that make for me a bed lies

Never to me, with truth in hand
Discarded and unwanted
Recourse for only the unclean desperation born of fears

The wailing of the things once
Owned

With a will of darked tone.