Climbing so high,
i am expelled.
i guess there comes a time
when you're favorite tree from childhood
just cant support your weight anymore,
but you climb it anyway.
this is the tree i had down to the science,
but now its branches are foreign and weak..
or have they always been this way?
these limbs yearn for forgiveness.
after all of these empty promises for years,
it can barely support any of your tears.
backtrack.
green and new.
would you like to be you?
past, present, future.
if it was meant to be, it would be.
stop pressing the issue
down to the details
like veins on a leaf.
let it go..
it's a warm summer's day,
but ypu're dressed for the snow.
stop repeating.
you know in your heart
what's meant to be is real..
life itself is a curse,
we work to find the cure.
become a feather in the wind,
and you'll fly.
you don't need time,
it needs you.
i AM the force.
i AM the seed,
the NEXT generation,
we're FORCED to succeed.
we are the hills.
we are the tread.
we are the valleys,
and drops that we dread.
don't you tell me you're awake
if you're only dreaming to live.
i want to know that you know you are.
there's always a question
but not always an answer.
goodnight, evangelists.
goodmorning people, who want to believe.
