What did you say?
Is life a part of death
Or the end a part of life?
You have it your own way
Climbing hand over hand
A perpetual ladder of self
You may struggle ’til the end
Heart a closed door
A bricked wall of resistance
You may fight for survival
Alone in the darkness
Enshrouded with mists of confusion
Deceitful fog surrounding
Beckoning, deadening
Choices hidden, senses numb
What burns away the fog?
The sun, if you ask.
Lift the veil
Open the door
Be free
Embrace the sun
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