Breaking bones for a cause that never earned an ounce of sweat.
Following blindly along because purpose comes attached.
Sell off ambition for the cheap price of a seat in the front row of the ladder’s base,
where the climb is the dream that’s always a rung too far.
Leaping out of bounds earns a slap back in the processional
when a spark incites a reversal in the machine.
Every cough of smoke is another misunderstanding face barking:
“Stay in the lane provided from the conception to the collapse.”
Never mind if the mind was ever ready to comprehend the place it was forced to.
The decision is taken out of grasp, imposed as a foregone conclusion.
It may take time, but don’t submit to the crime of the wicked hands
tugging away at whatever fantasy you spin.
If there’s a chance then it may be worth the fight.
Feast on the nectar of dreams before it starts to run dry.
Not everyone plays sides.
The game is never fair.
Call it rigged or a skyscraper high deck that rockets to the sky.
And along the way it may twist and turn and reveal what you never knew
about the soul itself and comrades it collided with.
Take part to internalize this:
No absolutes dominate the relationship between friend to friend,
or the connection of a paper and a pencil;
the corporate call or the will to strike.
But there’s always time, so don’t fail before you try.
A chance is waiting, distant as it appears.
Tame the fear swelling below and march to close the gap.
Bring a vision to a color you can touch and feel the passion inside
as the chains relax on what holds the spark from flying off.
Bid farewell to that machinery and coast away on an odyssey.
There are many lessons to be taught on who you are and who you should not.
Transition from then into a new now
and play at a coming soon that’s outside the bounds,
several steps from the ladder base,
digging new footprints towards a different lane.
( ❤ Mitch)