The Apex Of...

 
...And so It starts
as always...

with nothin' more
than an instinct
born...

Time, tickin' the seconds
minutes, hours...days,
weeks, all the in-between
years worn...


Those highs, never quite
high enough to reach the top


Unforgettable lows where-in
it seemed the fall never stops...

Sad realizations the crumbs
of warmth kept the belly of
acceptance 'ever needin'

The knowledge of 'after transpirin'
births the building blocks of a
Wise-One-to accept the light recedin...'

N' when that quest reaches
it's clandestined apex


Inevitably that fall into
infinitie’s space comes next...