Late Words of a Reasoning Man
I am privy to a secret
The dragging on is necessary
It completes those who trail in its wake
Who are pushed from behind and below
It is not an easy thing
Walking up cracked shale in bare feet
Climbing with the gods in your weakening eyes
The bleak does give way
You just have to persevere
Once with ears i heard such things as these
'this is all that ever was.'
I know it is a lie