Crazy Life
What have you done with...? In the sacrifice play of this action to better yourself? This socalled growth always? Analyzing roots and the creatures and comforts found within, usually beget a darker depth of why you haven't "groaned", yet. This chore of digging in upwardly directions, the light of day being a better horizon in some faucets, and a much lesser, in others. Waxing upon that ski down some further slopes, is how the upward direction becomes due. Carved madly a new track, only to venture the hill back summited. Pause in one's ascent, is dutiful in that perspective of the ridge, becomes soulful upon standing ontop. Invasion is the only way to spread. When boundaries have solidified into walls, and trappings lace the approach, a failed attempt perpetually is the expected. Differing is underlying to reality. For one vision has no means of checking itself. This new angle, with all stoppings and restartings also drives hard bargains.