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Ideas spinning wildly amongst the chaos of the mind
Lost and re-imagined, born again amongst the ashes of dismissal
They will not die, will not be silenced, will not be forgotten
Like a gladiator long past, where failure to endure and succeed meant a glorious end
But an end nonetheless.
Bringing pen to paper, not entirely unlike a starved beast coming upon wounded prey
Salvation from damnation, the strength to continue on a tiresome road that neither began nor ends with you
Fuel for the fire from those that came before, to light the way for those yet to come
I am merely the intermediary, the messenger who refuses to fail in his only duty
The message is all I was, am, or will ever be, and in adverse times this comforts me
Someday I hope to instill it within one who will continue in my stead when my time has come
To accept that in good times and in bad, that there is always a struggle to be had
That by mere virtue of their birth that they have taken up the fight
To stand tall in the face of that which would block their path
To rise again should they fall, stronger because of it if not in spite of it.
To understand that all of life is a glorious battle to be fought
That it will never be easy, that it will never seem worth the prices you find yourself being forced to pay.
But that you'll find solace in knowing that you'd never be happy with a boring, easy life
And that in time, you'll find yourself craving the next challenge to topple
To shout to the heavens, asking if that's the worst the world can throw at you
And smile, as you're answered by the wind.
Lost and re-imagined, born again amongst the ashes of dismissal
They will not die, will not be silenced, will not be forgotten
Like a gladiator long past, where failure to endure and succeed meant a glorious end
But an end nonetheless.
Bringing pen to paper, not entirely unlike a starved beast coming upon wounded prey
Salvation from damnation, the strength to continue on a tiresome road that neither began nor ends with you
Fuel for the fire from those that came before, to light the way for those yet to come
I am merely the intermediary, the messenger who refuses to fail in his only duty
The message is all I was, am, or will ever be, and in adverse times this comforts me
Someday I hope to instill it within one who will continue in my stead when my time has come
To accept that in good times and in bad, that there is always a struggle to be had
That by mere virtue of their birth that they have taken up the fight
To stand tall in the face of that which would block their path
To rise again should they fall, stronger because of it if not in spite of it.
To understand that all of life is a glorious battle to be fought
That it will never be easy, that it will never seem worth the prices you find yourself being forced to pay.
But that you'll find solace in knowing that you'd never be happy with a boring, easy life
And that in time, you'll find yourself craving the next challenge to topple
To shout to the heavens, asking if that's the worst the world can throw at you
And smile, as you're answered by the wind.