Your view of the world is morphed by the way you handle pain.
Walking the constant tightrope from insane to the sane.
Either way you walk that line,
Don’t let your lion’s pride distract from your mane.
You won’t let yourself win.
No moving forward & no one can go back.
And life is not the kind of thing on which anyone can cut one slack. It’s perpetual purgatory.
No room for escape.
Replete with allegory.
Don’t fill yourself with hate. They’re called trappings for a reason.
Can’t seem to get away.
Forgive yourself of all your faults.
What else to do, I dare not say… Fear is your enemy.
Not knowing the unknown.
Find yourself some reverie.
Let’s unsown seeds get sown. It’s perpetual purgatory.
Room filled up with haze.
Replete with allegory.
Don’t fill yourself with rage. Your view of the world is morphed by the way you handle pain.
Walking the constant tightrope from insane to the sane.
Either way you walk that line,
Don’t let your lion’s pride distract from your mane.