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On Heights (poetry)

Where is my voice
It has dissapeared
in the middle time
in the lost time
another paen to the sacrfice of being lost
more complaints that amount to nothing
us sorry lot, we call ourselves the suffering
we are not the pinnacle, and we revolt
surely we are special, right
what are we if we are not special
is it possible to be second best and still special
is there a way to make peace with the average
let us climb the mountain
may we measure it with our eyes
prepare to the littlest detail
we will conquer this challenge
we will be stronger for the experience
may we talk and talk and talk
maybe you will wake up
to call me that yes, we better make sure of this
or that. or some other small detail
we will have the perfect map
then
we will arrive at the mountain
she will tower above us
past heaven and higher
our plans were all for nothing
the map will not make us succeed
all we have is the ability to push ourselves
this challenge is not a puzzle
it is a test of the soul
sometimes, as we stand at the bottom
we wonder is it possible to succeed
sometimes, we have risen right up to the top
we still wonder if it is possible to succeed
those brave souls that conquer the challenges
that seem so easy talking about from a kitchen table
they do not think the challenge is easy
they know, more then anyone, this it is beyond them
yet: they do it anyway
exhaustion rising
always, ambition tempered by sleep
daydreams falling not by laziness
rather, by our best not being enough
the rock is too heavy
what if we spent a life trying to lift the rock
if we were to train every day
the only thing in the world was ourselves
and the rock
and we never move it a hair
is that a good life to live
at least we tried at something big
let the engine start
try again, so close
try again, so close
let the engine start
for that wonderful moment of combustion
where the liquid nothing turns into flame
finally the entire machine is in motion
with the ability to go anywhere
what before was so much potential
now is an actual fact
yet
the engine is not starting
we cannot get it to start
the sweet fantasy of going anywhere
it is nothing if the engine does not start
Searchinf for angels
Calling to the heavens for something more
Make me exist
Make this existential wandering end
Make us all believe in something
Some sweet lie
Something bigger then ourselves
May you take away the wondering
So that all we have is just each other
Our endless love for each other
May we do nothing but huddle togethet
In each others arms
Keeping the night at bay
May we stop in this quest for more
And take those few small wonderful things we have
These precious grains of gold
And hoard them to our chest
May we do nothing but love each other
May we do nothing but hold each other
May the world end and we not notice
What does it mean to us anyway
We will shut the window
We will nail it shut
And the world will be so much smaller
The world will be just us
And our love
And our lack of suffering
And our few grains of gold

Again, trying to say something
Does this all build into a meaning?
A life for a life,
Years spent looking out the window
Thinking about beauty and meaning
Believing that it all means something
While so many lives are day to day
The old hobbled man
Gathering garbage on the train
Looking up to beg for money
And he is just a boy
Why is this not my life
Why should I be so lucky
Sitting here
Thinking about beauty
And what it is to live a good life
When a good life is here
How can we ignore so much wonder
How can all these gifts we’re given not be enough
The world is not beautiful
There is no meaning to life
All there is is a heart beat
Eyes that are open and absorbing
We will dissapear
Even if we leave a faint imprint
The lightest of winds will carry it away
Embrace your meaninglessness
Horde those small gifts you have
Whatever they are
Winter will come
All this brightness will fade
Take what the world gives you
And call this the meaning of life
While the well is running dry
Where is my voice
It has dissapeared
in the middle time
in the lost time
another paen to the sacrfice of being lost
more complaints that amount to nothing
us sorry lot, we call ourselves the suffering
we are not the pinnacle, and we revolt
surely we are special, right
what are we if we are not special
is it possible to be second best and still special
is there a way to make peace with the average
let us climb the mountain
may we measure it with our eyes
prepare to the littlest detail
we will conquer this challenge
we will be stronger for the experience
may we talk and talk and talk
maybe you will wake up
to call me that yes, we better make sure of this
or that. or some other small detail
we will have the perfect map
then
we will arrive at the mountain
she will tower above us
past heaven and higher
our plans were all for nothing
the map will not make us succeed
all we have is the ability to push ourselves
this challenge is not a puzzle
it is a test of the soul
sometimes, as we stand at the bottom
we wonder is it possible to succeed
sometimes, we have risen right up to the top
we still wonder if it is possible to succeed
those brave souls that conquer the challenges
that seem so easy talking about from a kitchen table
they do not think the challenge is easy
they know, more then anyone, this it is beyond them
yet: they do it anyway
exhaustion rising
always, ambition tempered by sleep
daydreams falling not by laziness
rather, by our best not being enough
the rock is too heavy
what if we spent a life trying to lift the rock
if we were to train every day
the only thing in the world was ourselves
and the rock
and we never move it a hair
is that a good life to live
at least we tried at something big
let the engine start
try again, so close
try again, so close
let the engine start
for that wonderful moment of combustion
where the liquid nothing turns into flame
finally the entire machine is in motion
with the ability to go anywhere
what before was so much potential
now is an actual fact
yet
the engine is not starting
we cannot get it to start
the sweet fantasy of going anywhere
it is nothing if the engine does not start
Searchinf for angels
Calling to the heavens for something more
Make me exist
Make this existential wandering end
Make us all believe in something
Some sweet lie
Something bigger then ourselves
May you take away the wondering
So that all we have is just each other
Our endless love for each other
May we do nothing but huddle togethet
In each others arms
Keeping the night at bay
May we stop in this quest for more
And take those few small wonderful things we have
These precious grains of gold
And hoard them to our chest
May we do nothing but love each other
May we do nothing but hold each other
May the world end and we not notice
What does it mean to us anyway
We will shut the window
We will nail it shut
And the world will be so much smaller
The world will be just us
And our love
And our lack of suffering
And our few grains of gold

Again, trying to say something
Does this all build into a meaning?
A life for a life,
Years spent looking out the window
Thinking about beauty and meaning
Believing that it all means something
While so many lives are day to day
The old hobbled man
Gathering garbage on the train
Looking up to beg for money
And he is just a boy
Why is this not my life
Why should I be so lucky
Sitting here
Thinking about beauty
And what it is to live a good life
When a good life is here
How can we ignore so much wonder
How can all these gifts we’re given not be enough
The world is not beautiful
There is no meaning to life
All there is is a heart beat
Eyes that are open and absorbing
We will dissapear
Even if we leave a faint imprint
The lightest of winds will carry it away
Embrace your meaninglessness
Horde those small gifts you have
Whatever they are
Winter will come
All this brightness will fade
Take what the world gives you
And call this the meaning of life
While the well is running dry

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