We are born again through fire
We live, at once, through strife.
Through tumult you can here aspire
To forge the pathway of your life.
Maybe, One Day
I wish you could have seen what I have seen,
For us to've walked there hand in hand, by each
And every street and window in between
To gaze at objects just beyond our reach.
I'm a masochist,
And so are you.
Both up before the sun; and sweating,
What It Takes
You said you want to be like me,
But don't like the way I made it.
I sacrificed and slaved away,
But you just sat there jaded.
The ocean is the bound of the finite and the beginning of the infinite. Oh, man has, for the span of a few milinia, been free upon the waves, but not always so.
Imagine the wonder bestowed upon the first sapian to stumble upon the shore, spear in hand, and gaze into what must have seemed the void.
Dear Daughter (Second Letter)
Some folks out there may try tell you "no"
Might say "sit still". Might not let you show
The world or all the rest of time