Erosion
With a roll of the dice we are left
Trusting fate
A mistake
Through the rubble and ash we find hope
We see faith
We may open our eyes once again
The warmth of light
The soft of snow
In the aftermath of chaos there is birth
It was I
Thrust upon the earth to blossom
Rooted deep
With giant dreams
On clouds of endless longing
I stood tall
We wear the praise with rapture
Dripping strength
The ashes rise
To an anthology of anthems
I was proud
Crossing the violent riverbeds
The sharp piercing
The perilous abyss
Traversing the waters of deception
So I fell
Conflicted
I am able to see the brightest of days go by outside my window
The drapes occasionally flutter granting the sun momentary entry
Only to escort darkness back in moments later
As I sit and I watch and I sit and I think
In my refuge
I have no affinity to either
And I only have confidence in my indecision
So I sit idly by allowing the struggle of darkness and light to persist
Prolonging until it ebbs and flows into existence
Today I am quiet and without a word to utter
Solemnly entrenched in the noise of nothingness
Tomorrow I will pay attention to the songbird
He perches high above even beyond the clouds
His notes are soft and lift the heaviest of hearts
Yesterday I was able to decipher a puzzle
And I called out from atop the cliffs of mountains
I was leading the march of triumph and celebration across the ravine
Listening as the echoes rang throughout the gorge and into the sky
Climbing out of bed everyday is a voyage of discovery
The sheets are my satin sanctuary where I wish to stay
Inevitably I am unable to resist the temptations of greater desires
Over and over I open doors never knowing what I’ll find on the other side
Inquisitive yet indifferent because I never like the answer
It is possible that I’ve never asked the right questions
And so I am filled with empty promises and unreached potential
Looking around I find unlimited passages from which to choose
But my hands are blistered and my fingers calloused from grasping at wonders
All of the world looks down on me waiting to see my resolve
Today I sit and I watch and I sit and I think
Unable to leave the comfort of the foot of my bed
Unable to distinguish my reality from fantasies
Unable to realize which thoughts are my own
I am paralyzed here as time transpires and all that happens
Is nothing
Today I sit and think of tomorrow
Tomorrow is when I will walk out this door
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