Some things get past death,
But not what's right
And yet neither what's left.
It's like a portal as obelisk,
It's like an orb of light that's electric.
No matter how you view it-
It's all lookings, each perspective.
It's a thin bridge,
A causeway that's been setup for you
If you just find your way
And choose to walk it.
If you're not careful,
And you're not a wanderer nor sailor,
You'll slip and fall into the marsh.
And that's like a nefarious ocean.
If next time around
You want to remember;
Walk the steep mountain passes,
Down through the valleys,
Past the swamps & wetlands,
Through the deserts & oasis,
In the towering forests & clearings,
The fields of caverns & caves.
You just have to figure it out
Before you die.
Have you been learning?
Feb 15, 2025
Feb 15, 2025 at 2:47 AM UTC
Some things get past death,
But not what's right
And yet neither what's left.
It's like a portal as obelisk,
It's like an orb of light that's electric.
No matter how you view it-
It's all lookings, each perspective.
It's a thin bridge,
A causeway that's been setup for you
If you just find your way
And choose to walk it.
If you're not careful,
And you're not a wanderer nor sailor,
You'll slip and fall into the marsh.
And that's like a nefarious ocean.
If next time around
You want to remember;
Walk the steep mountain passes,
Down through the valleys,
Past the swamps & wetlands,
Through the deserts & oasis,
In the towering forests & clearings,
The fields of caverns & caves.
You just have to figure it out
Before you die.
Have you been learning?