In Sight
Possibly, there isn't anywhere to go from here.
There is always the option, always the chance that if you stick around, hang about, something might just come your way. But then, it might all just slip away.
If I stand here any longer and the ground falls out from beneath me, is it my fault if I fall? Or have I just decided not to save myself? Is it okay to let it crumble, let it slip, let it slide backward down the slope? Or, do I have to be strong, carry the weight, hold the load, always fighting, always climbing, always running faster than myself?
Pushing you along.
My arms are shaking and my back is aching and I don't think that I can push forward anymore. I need a break. I need a rest. I need to take a breath.
But, the questions still remain.
The questions from the past are still the same.
Will I sit down here and wait before you?
Will I walk on and wonder if you'll come up from behind?
Will I find another path that follows close but doesn't match?
Will I walk when you walk or stop when you stop and hope the world doesn't end before we're there?
The answers are all awful.
The solutions are all terrible.
I do not want a single one.
Ah, but I cannot make where I have gotten to. I'm on this road no matter how I try to change it or choose to take it. And like everyone else, I have to walk it until the it meets another one.
Unless I sit here until the sky falls down around me.
In which case, I guess it might be alright.
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The implications of a broken soul are miserable and kind of clichéd.
So, I'll avoid them and talk in metaphors, instead.
The conclusions of the world are horrible and kind of overplayed.
So I'll avoid them and talk in symbolism, instead.
I am a white knight aiming deftly for the heart.
Despite the color of my clothes.
I ride at night and I always ride alone.
Despite who travels on the road.
There is always the option, always the chance that if you stick around, hang about, something might just come your way. But then, it might all just slip away.
If I stand here any longer and the ground falls out from beneath me, is it my fault if I fall? Or have I just decided not to save myself? Is it okay to let it crumble, let it slip, let it slide backward down the slope? Or, do I have to be strong, carry the weight, hold the load, always fighting, always climbing, always running faster than myself?
Pushing you along.
My arms are shaking and my back is aching and I don't think that I can push forward anymore. I need a break. I need a rest. I need to take a breath.
But, the questions still remain.
The questions from the past are still the same.
Will I sit down here and wait before you?
Will I walk on and wonder if you'll come up from behind?
Will I find another path that follows close but doesn't match?
Will I walk when you walk or stop when you stop and hope the world doesn't end before we're there?
The answers are all awful.
The solutions are all terrible.
I do not want a single one.
Ah, but I cannot make where I have gotten to. I'm on this road no matter how I try to change it or choose to take it. And like everyone else, I have to walk it until the it meets another one.
Unless I sit here until the sky falls down around me.
In which case, I guess it might be alright.
---
The implications of a broken soul are miserable and kind of clichéd.
So, I'll avoid them and talk in metaphors, instead.
The conclusions of the world are horrible and kind of overplayed.
So I'll avoid them and talk in symbolism, instead.
I am a white knight aiming deftly for the heart.
Despite the color of my clothes.
I ride at night and I always ride alone.
Despite who travels on the road.
2 Thought(s):
There are times when we must untether ourselves and find our own way. Sometimes we hope to return but other times we must never look back. We usually don't know where the solitary path will lead; all we know is that we must go.
My question, however, is this. Why ride under the cloak of night? Is it not more difficult to change directions in the dark?
Those last four lines are the symbolism and the metaphor mentioned in the lines above. The first line of each set is others perception of me. The second line is the sarcastic response I have to it.
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