The Peak, The Fall

The constant state of failure, flow, and success. And how we are prone to fail through success, and succeed through the learning of our failures. Suffering and happiness are the same problem.

You must have a mountain to fall from

In order to feel the weight of the world you left behind

Come to greet you once more

You must have found yourself in a high place once

In order to be brought lower by six feet

You must have been very close to God

To find the need to deal with the devil

You must have worn a beautiful façade

To face the crowd on the same level

You must have felt so high among the clouds

To stoop so long and smoke the butts of cigarettes

You must have lost so much

To gain so little

You must have married well

If you are left the youngest widow

You must have buried hell

To watch the heavens’ close their windows

You must have carried such emotional baggage

That you felt naked as a wolf in sheeps’ clothing

You must be so distantly disconnected

That the voice of reason in your head,

And of conscience are rhyming interwoven

You must have climbed so many cliffs

That you never learned to fall

You must have died so many deaths

That you never learned to crawl

You must have hiked so many hills

That you see the world as flat

You took a slice of life

Butchered the land for all its fat

Those with the highest hopes

Are but a shadow of a doubt

Tie yourself up by a rope

Find your body in the ground

Explore the blackest nights

And you’ll be whiter than a sheet

Remorse for vibrant days

When yellow sun will burn in heat

If you find yourself a player

But think life is not a game

Maybe you’ll never have a saviour

But you’ll have someone to blame

And if you come to hate the outcomes

But don’t see how they came to be

Then maybe when you’re drowning

You’ve forgotten how to breathe

And if you want to climb a mountain

Or find the bottom of a dream

For those of you who’ve fallen

Pray for haven on their knees

To take your first steps

You must walk a lonely road

To leave the outstretched nest

You must first have had a home

For if you take away from this that just a single thing would give

Then well, my friend, you’ll never know

Just what it means to live

Author's Note

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