Off Trail
Too icy to wander off trail,
too deep and crunchy to make your own,
the only choice is too follow the track of another,
a dance where your feet must fall within their
frozen prints in the snow, otherwise you'll fall,
if you do you'll get back up and try again,
at the crux, the prints will peter out
and you'll have to find your own way to get where you're going,
maybe a route that takes longer,
one that scares you,
one that makes you give it your all,
one that makes you question if you did it,
but I promise, you'll know it when you're there.
I was right
Heaven lies above the buildings which stab at it with pointy and crass corners
Even here from the ground we grasp for knowledge which remains unattainable
Death merely a footfall away yet loneliness is what we battle with weapons raised
If peace were a more realistic option maybe it would be one we'd choose
Depth is what we fail to explore and so peace pushes farther past our reach
Illude to safety with long sentences and labyrinthine words
Time runs short for those who ramble