My whole life
I have been climbing
Each obstacle in my way
I conquered effortlessly
I'm starting to get closer now
The steps are getting harder to climb

Each new one seems so high
Like a skyscraper in a lonely sky
I need more gear so I can survive
the journey ahead. I feel so alive
to not be deprived of the rungs
not yet climbed I cannot deny
I didn't think I could make it this far,
But I refuse to wither and die
I will strive to be at the top looking
down at the prospects as I once was.
But I fear when I get there I will no
longer be at my peak but merely meek.
I will still try to fix every leak I can
improving the reach of the teens
that I will lead behind me.

They shouldn't know the same hardships I faced
but rather gain new ones and adapt.
Maybe they will have no leaks but improve the very structure of motivation.
When I take my last step I will no longer be a part of this world.
I just ask those to be happy they can even climb and make the best of your time.

And there is this and there is that
but what is this to that in relation to us
can the dots be
connected,
protected,
selected?

Tell me is it safe to be in the human race?
Who is to set the pace
for this who mess

To Whom This May Address,

The Waiter came to the table and said, "What would you like Sir?"
And to him I politely said, "I'll take an Order of Chaos"
He replies, "Sir that's quite contradictory as there is no
Order
In
Chaos."

Sincerely,
X

Rocketship
Pistol on my hip
Quick Shooter
No Hitter
One Hitter
Quitter

Express the depress
in your chest
scribble scrabble
blither blather
doesn't matter.