The Awry Ascent -

Every step shall resonate as the culling of privation

And in the echo of my forward betterment?

I’d blaze a path for more to draggle

Burned by the false wonder

Yet still, I felt content

Afraid of the sound of the chimes

In their very nature was how I made my choice

For the awry ascent

O' how I roared for a cease!

A staircase not of sense, but made of dreams that evade

And grow until the ivy sprouts into the sky

And shadows true existence

-A false mirage

What a foul immersion!

Burned by the false wonder

Yet still, I felt content

Afraid of the sound of the chimes

In their very nature was how I made my choice

For the awry ascent

No seer would tell me of my discarded faith

I dismissed such heed

I was embodied with pride—O' ego!

-The worst of evils

Burned by the false wonder

Yet still, I felt content

Afraid of the sound of the chimes

In their very nature was how I made my choice

For the awry ascent

How the albatross can soar with those heavy, iron wings

They would weigh me like a stone with a chiseled, cosmic story

I admired such vim

I admired such courage

For it showed me I could fly

If I only would endure