Didn’t you climb the tree when you were a child,
Falling off the branches many times?
You just stood there all night,
Wondering what is higher. Maybe there’s a father
in the night that shines so bright beyond.
One day you would jump across the pond.
Every halloween disguise,
Every small step up unto this point in your life.
Rooted in that spine was fear;
The fear that keeps you up at night all night, it’s dark as fuck now.
But no more petulant little quibbles
No more greed or envy up in the skies (ooh, that’s nice).
Moment’s come to pass you here,
Yet rooted in that spine, the fear lingers on.
In the dark expanse so bright beyond,
lies that friendly floating piece of stone.
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