A theme I keep on returning to.
My spiritual centre, the need to walk
To
New understanding
Hope
A future I can grasp with my own two hands
Away
From negativity
The darkness that aims to tie us all down
Mediocrity
I was born to be great
You can't take that away from me
It's the fire that drives my existence
Personal failings leading to professional success
There needs to be
Balance
Alas, the universe has other ideas
Pain the chosen flame to temper this steel
My mind against it all
But ...
What's a man to a god?
Or goddess?
So I hope to channel my inner bird
Soaring above it all,
Meshing with the wind
-Of life
Soaring to new heights of
Understanding
I crave it
But I still lack it
Maybe I need new spectacles
Or maybe a spectacle is needed
My ... Epiphany
Until then,
I'll do as we humans do
Trod
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