There are footsteps drawn in rainwater that float on the floor that was once firm and solid but now cracks under my every step. The rain and storm must have brought him here. The never improving weather of his heart. Did he find what he came for? How long he must have stood here? Was it still raining when he left?
A floater As my only life line The only safe choice Is to be patient Despite being thrown into the mass Of nothing but unpredictable waters It is involuntary to keep my heart at bay And never stop kicking
It is a given fact that Everything will be so much easier If I'd just drown But what fun will that be? I am too prideful to give up
And even at the end If I am to meet unfavorable outcomes I might trip Everybody trips at one point Question is... Which of us will keep on standing?
Their innocence was their power Faith in the unseen was their tower They were stiff and brave Facing those dangers grave Fierce, bold, 60 in strength Through the arab's length Against 60 000, wasn't fair competition Victory, Almighty's will is final decision
Nothing but death could undo them Mountains would shiver before them Loud majestic slogans filled with sheer belief Their cruel battle wounds would bear relief
Extreme loyalty to the mercy of the world The firm faith had their paths all pearled All merciful and kind Brotherhood had them bind
(!) Closest of all to their master Clenched tightly to the rope Revived the prestigious chatter Struck the hearts, rays of hope
(!!) Courageous, brave and bold One enough to stun the enemy lines Today, sword's in Umer's hold Leave them drying, bottles of wines
(!!!) When became, came with eyes the shame Free heartedly gave away dinars in tons For aware were they of secrets of the game Amazed others with their attributes and stunts
(!V) Father of quotes, vast oceans of knowledge Came to personal revenge, fell the spear Spent sweat n blood for Truth's ******* Dark halls crippled, when slogans they'd hear __ Spreaded love, devotion, examples of loyalty No one is superior, turned to ashes royalty Left others impressed by their decorum Transformed the world for good in totality
I work for Jones & Co. You are likely somewhere down below, I have grown used to this unnatural height. Once, here, as a younger man, I read articles, working on cases just long enough to cultivate indifference. My first firm party, I was made to wear an ivy laurel. We were mingling on the penthouse deck, when a gust unceremoniously removed it from my head.
Jones is a superstitious man, he has a dream-catcher above his office door. He designed a vaulted spiral staircase on our fifty-first floor. The one separates Jones from his company, the other, us from below. Five years of billing in six minute blocks, labyrinthine increments, Herculean costs. A kind of optic chiasma where the nerves cross and people get lost.
The things i can't control I need a firm grasp But i keep slipping up What do i do to counteract these phenomenons? It's like the Bermuda Triangle, i have no idea. My ignorant side still wants to find out Not a shock.