Time flows like a river,
Down streams,
Carrying men,
Carrying dreams,
Building Civilization.
These men it carries;
Prideful folk;
Use time,
Use the ocean,
But for simple drops,
In a puddle,
Muddle,
Muddling ground and rock,
Into silt and mud.
These men shaped nations,
Wrote books,
Won prizes,
And were respected by all but their society.
They wondered in their when,
And were masters of blood and bone,
Iron and Stone.
If not for what drove them up,
They'd have never reached the heights,
That drug them low.
***
I thought upon the lessons,
I thought upon the reasons.
I wondered when,
What might have been,
Became what I saw two steps in front of me.
It baited me,
As time took my steps back.
It baited me,
As I got better and better.
It baited me and I was foolish as to run.
Only with my two feet on the ground,
Only cloaked in shadows,
Only when I cannot fly,
Is fame presented to me.
And in despair do I fall.
Only when what might have been,
Only when what was,
Only when I wonder when,
Only when I fall,
Can I see gold and virtue.
Calling me, I fall.
ISA
Down streams,
Carrying men,
Carrying dreams,
Building Civilization.
These men it carries;
Prideful folk;
Use time,
Use the ocean,
But for simple drops,
In a puddle,
Muddle,
Muddling ground and rock,
Into silt and mud.
These men shaped nations,
Wrote books,
Won prizes,
And were respected by all but their society.
They wondered in their when,
And were masters of blood and bone,
Iron and Stone.
If not for what drove them up,
They'd have never reached the heights,
That drug them low.
***
I thought upon the lessons,
I thought upon the reasons.
I wondered when,
What might have been,
Became what I saw two steps in front of me.
It baited me,
As time took my steps back.
It baited me,
As I got better and better.
It baited me and I was foolish as to run.
Only with my two feet on the ground,
Only cloaked in shadows,
Only when I cannot fly,
Is fame presented to me.
And in despair do I fall.
Only when what might have been,
Only when what was,
Only when I wonder when,
Only when I fall,
Can I see gold and virtue.
Calling me, I fall.
ISA
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