Like Shifts in the WindMature

Constantly concentrating

On walking the fine line down the balance beam.

Arms and legs laced with scratches and bandages

From falling off the high road too many times.

 

Once upon a time,

The hollow prince came alive

And he swore what he saw

Would have restored his heart.

 

Oh I’ll be damned.

I’d rather be dead

If I lose myself so foolishly

As I did that day.

 

Always regretting,

With mountains of guilt clogging up my soul.

The climbing gear was lost along the way,

And when I searched I failed to find a replacement.

 

She was the key,

So my mind made it seem.

The hollow prince became me,

And it began to hurt to smile.

 

Oh I’ll be damned.

I’d rather be dead

Than to lose myself so foolishly

As I did that day.

 

But it wouldn’t have been upon a time

Unless time willed it to be so.

You can’t cross an ocean

Without hitting a few rough waves.

 

Something incredible is brewing,

Could it be confidence, no!

Am I finally awakening?

I don’t need faith,

And I certainly don’t need you.

 

Eyes begin to widen

As I look behind to see

The black and white reality

Is leaving me be.

 

Wave a fond farewell to the past.

Time to face forward

And let the future see

The better side of me.

 

Never passing

And walking beyond the familiar cityscape

I have crafted in the depths of my conscious,

A sanctuary for when I needed to be alone.

 

But now it is time,

I hear a call to come alive.

A swift kick to the door,

And I’m off on my way.

 

Oh I’ll be damned.

I’d rather be dead

Than to lose myself so foolishly

As I did that day.

 

But no more.

 

Something incredible is brewing,

Could it be confidence, no!

Am I finally awakening?

I don’t need faith,

And I certainly don’t need you.

 

Eyes begin to widen

As I look behind to see

The black and white reality

Is leaving me be.

 

Wave a fond farewell to the past.

Time to face forward

And let the future see

The better side of me.

 

As I exit the dark cave,

She walks by my domain

And kicks dirt into my face.

 

“Confidence is a hollow crown”

She reminds me

And the hollow prince shrinks.

 

If only my back bone were present.

I just take all the hits

And let my song come to an end

In one crashing note.

 

A wave of euphoria

Crushed so easily by my faults.

 

Now I stare.

Looking up above at that balance beam

Residing high above my ambitions

Never to come to fruition.

The End

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