our life remains a process of guilt and obfuscation and it stays the same no closer to the deeper truths and further from a divine light we rode on wings baring our souls into the night leaving scattered remnants of self when the stars fall we fell from the sky the depths went black and with a blink the lesser wind stood and teetered on the chasm s brink submitting to the darkness and grey and black and nothingness we form a line from there to here hoping to find our way back gave way to green and the ultimate question with the remnants of light all things seen and heard you ve sewn the seeds on the altar all intangibles given a word the new dawn s fire and now a new breath a decree burns brighter still of purpose of inspiration of necessity to the many possibilities left unheard we bend we wither without the wind wearing borrowed skin dethroned feet set firm i see the liars cower in their dens to defy concern by discerning we rise again to gain a hold by releasing the chaff blows away with the wind fear of death is a delusion we must escape while weakness preys upon the will yet we offer the excuse of self with scream and whisper a call will be heard unable to say where the mountain ends and the clouds begin floating in the aether awaiting the grasp of all who dare unwilling to say where the mountain ends and the clouds begin we bend we wither without the wind and grey and black and nothingness with scream and whisper our call will be heard