And so, with a new day come a new night, and thus a new day -
On and on and on it goes,
Forever, she cries
Like yesterday’s woe and tomorrow’s worry
There’s no need to hurry -
Life moves at its own pace, and there’s nothing you can do to stop it.
Just go, she said.
Just go, and don’t look back - whatever you do, don’t look back -
Regret has no place in the warrior’s plan,
and guilt does no man justice.
Hurt goes away - wounds do heal,
but the mind can trap itself into severe delusion,
And that can be Hell with no exit in sight, except the escape within -
Death without life is a life without death -
It’s nothing and never existed -
It’s a coward’s way of things,
A foolish priest’s pity,
A fallen angel’s mercy,
A youth’s vice and virtue -
But it’s nothing more than a ball and chain.
The air must be clean to breathe, so not to pollute the lungs -
The water must be clear, so to not gag the body and purge the nutrients of sweat -
The rest must be full so to dream off reality -
The fall must be full so to force a man to stand back up again in humility.