Crawl

It is not why we forget to crawl, and go against the current of all that has forged us, but how we call upon the courage to take the first step, and begin our lives as a character, one of power...and one of fear, for in life will come joy, and will come pain, and the evils of knowledge will carry us into the great fog, and into the void we shall cast, and should fear strike at the hearts of innocent dreams, we shall strike back with the memories and the cherished moments, we once believed were vacant, and wether with or without a god, with or without a means, the presence of loneliness or the absence of faith, we mustn't believe that we are of capable sovereign, but decide as a whole, that we are entitled to the fortunes of life, and the spoils of love, and that hate and misery are simply not heavy enough to bring us down, that our mistakes do not brake us, but shape us, and when we can no longer recognize a wise man from a fool, when the last of our criticism has been dealt, and when there are no more allies nor enemies, will we sustain, and push through the doubts and obtain the reins of power and reason, or shall we remain? Remain in sorrow, remain in chaos, remain in the void between the lost and the found, and forever remain crawling in the current that forged us?