Soar
My condolences
The dead silence puts me in a grieving state of mind
To blind to glance at my own faults
Im enslaved by my own thoughts
In caged with grateful lessons of a path no longer walked
To complex the simplication of a lover's just
Leads me to reach out closer to a familiar rush
Over addressing the fine print
Because reading between these arbitrary lines is a art none the less
Even wise men told lies
knowing the consequence
No matter how fine
Tightroped the skill set for other platforms dangles beauty with finesse
For all the fear of falling
keep a birds wings from capturing the clouds mist
Redundant no
But yes
we all fall victim to some form of a circumstance
The leap is just the beginning!