the Line

what does it take to reach the heights tradition sets before us

who knows the stakes to teach the right ambition sets toward lust

thus we go in this world clutching at slipping dreams

all the while worrying and hurled by wind ripping at the seams

the little shards of light shine less and less in the days

what fickle regard for right minds and they stress in most ways

it's hard to ignite fire when the weariness sits so charred

and it's far from light-inspired when the bleariness hits so hard

children see the world in a way to which we've become blind

thusly hindered we hurl away a view good for a healthy mind

we gladly step into our shackles and walk into our prisons

and sadly pep our hackles and talk when we should listen

enamoured with our own voices to the point we are deafened

and we tampered with our own choices to the point we are lessened

and thus diminished we finished or wishing for ambition

and transitioned our unfinished desires into submission

so then listen my friend I'm gonna pull you from your troubles

so just give in when I run a system to burst the bubble

that you have built to serve as a refuge for your pain

the guilt strains reserves deluged you can't maintain

so you need the options presented by an outside source

and to heed the cautions extended by an allied source

I want to give you the chance to flourish and to thrive

to be alive and romanced and nourish by the drive

toward a day that sees consistent rise in your condition

set forward unafraid and confident with ambition

here's a chance to shake the ashes that weigh down your shoulders

a proffered hand to ease the aches that stay around and smoulder

though it seem merely a foothold on a gigantic climb

and severely angled to behold for a panicked mind

know I'll support your movement upward and push to raise the line

and I'll report your improvement forward when you need a space to shine