One day I will stand upon the mountain, on its giant overreach, Stroking the clouds, While staring down at the heads of trees. And I will say to those who come after me;
"In rain and cold weather, I climbed. The view of the victorious sun gives worth to my calloused hands. Gather your strength. Join me when you can."
And I will be steadfast, And I will be brave. I will not forget my past, On that victorious day
On day I will stand on the white shores across the seas, Next to the boat that carried me. I will smile at the dimming stars while I sleep to the hum of the steady flow, And I will say to those who follow;
"In storms and great waves, I sailed. The beauty of this shoreline has compensated what was lost at sea. Make for the edge of your harbor. Come and find me."
For now I will keep on, For now I will be brave. Until I see that glorious dawn On that victorious day.
At first glance I seem sane, but my mind is a rabbit hole of the abnormal, which makes writing an obvious career choice. My ultimate goal is to justify my internet search history by legitimately saying I'm an author. There are some who question this decision by saying I might have been a successful business owner or a politician. Those people only exist in my head but still, I love their optimism.
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