No scarcity of mediocrity victimless crimes that claim nonetheless Trying with honor yet flailing, failing Questions asked answers known Twisted spine from backward looking gaining, gaining
The light seems distant teasing glow its servants an audience clamouring its attention Higher frequencies tuned to its glory in seemingly effortless participation
How to get there? Trapped in wreckage eyes trained, strained on the speck of hope
A tiny wish for more will be met a thousand-fold pulling bootstraps lifting movement steady fueled by gratitude sustained with forgiveness wrapped in light
A knowing that the distance between what is and what can be is the length of a reach
