Ultimately... we are released. The clock ticks forward till the body doth cease.

The womb is but a stop along the way.
Then this life.

Strife and toil above it all we strive and cry freedom to not be encumbered but days are numberd..we climb.
We soar in wild imaginings where we sprout wings and reach for things aloft.
The human craves freedom above all and finally will risk the.fall
And plummet.
Launch the spirit then grasp to summit.
Safety in numbers a comfort zone. Never my heart's desire. Sit close to surety and fire is light. But for me. Ultimately.
Freestylin me.
The stars await
Then.heaven's
GATE.