Stiff with pain a vague sense of vindication
Made with bones that break
And a unseeing soul to lose.
The search for a solution continues
Simultaneously as the existence of fear.
Born pure , poisoned slowly as we lose our youth, dying moderately until the inevitable.
We slave for materials that bond us without chains
blind us without losing sight and bland our taste for real pride , replacing it with deceiving
Pleasures of vanity.
Are we ever freed from this constricting aura
The blissful arrogance.
To the peak with no safety net to fall on
encourages the pursuit
Enhances the will.
Everyday the sun rises
But every night brings recurring darkness