Those steep stairs
I walk alone
thought I'd slip
sure I'd trip
come tumbling down
you held tight though
never let me go.
My path to walk
cycles of hell
......
Where there once was order, now chaos again reigns.
How feeble is life when confronted by the question of mortality?
Thoughts and ideas float like globules in the serene liquid that is our existence,
however, as the clear blue water is bleached by reality,
the contents of our active mind is dissolved into the ether.
Upon entering the domain of our unconsciousness,
these sparks of creativity seep into the realm of the physical,
and take form as glimpses of what might be, or what might have been.
......
Those steep stairs
I walk alone
thought I'd slip
sure I'd trip
come tumbling down
you held tight though
never let me go.
My path to walk
cycles of hell
......
Where there once was order, now chaos again reigns.
How feeble is life when confronted by the question of mortality?
Thoughts and ideas float like globules in the serene liquid that is our existence,
however, as the clear blue water is bleached by reality,
the contents of our active mind is dissolved into the ether.
Upon entering the domain of our unconsciousness,
these sparks of creativity seep into the realm of the physical,
and take form as glimpses of what might be, or what might have been.
......