Risk

something like the wounds of time something questions thats divine something underneath the frost something midless something lost something unpredictable something that just might be ill something changed but never gfought something useless and forgot take my justice take my plea forget the word is anarchy pretend that this is your last day predict the fall judge as you may what is left is simply thought of something remnant of forgot teach my pride and teach me pain not fear niot hate not pure disdain make is something worth the fear predict the age that led us here kings have fallen kings will rise the truth is hidden in your eyes and although hate has led you here and pain and grief envy and fear there is eomthing still at stake the wounds you take or you create the epic poets of the past can teach us nothing that will last we still experience our fear the pain we’ve had that led us here so take the lessons take the fame take the truth and never feign affection nor interest nor passion its true that the only thing worth writing about or fighting for has to be you. It might not be fair and it might not be right but the truth of the matter is ending tonight there is no more conscience there is no more fear this is the end of the line the end of an era the end of beginnings so lost back in time that we cant even remember that there was time before time before logic and power and money and fame there were things in this world that deserved all the same and we still take for granted the fact that there might be someone out somewhere doing things right there is just so much evil so much guilt anger and pain that we can correct ourselves we cant stop causing ache and revel in things that are worthless at best that teach us that nothing is worth making that test that there is nothing worth having that comes without work and without pain without cause without something we lack we have become lazy we have become fat we have become the opposite of what we wanted we are now simply slaves to the market the cash and the fact there isnothing that is holding us back the pleasures of life as they are so loosely called are what is killing us, cheeseburgers and all but thats not why i came here thats not why i write i write because something keeps me up all night i cant exist without writing i’ve known this to be true there is nothing in me that can exist without you without passion in writing in drawing and art i would be nothing but a shell torn apart i am nothing without something that burns inside me the will to strive forward the will to succeed has brought me to here where i might jump or might fall but life without risk is no life at all.