Easing through days.

Easing through days.

When the will to understand

Is sorely tested,

By a deepening split,

That threatens

To drag you down.

Into a pit,

Between a need

Of flesh

To be well rested.

And a mind full,

Of restless plans

And need for reason.

Winding through days.

When truth lies just beyond

The grasp of meaning.

And the greater fear

Is a fear of never knowing.

And yet, to dwell too much

On finer points,

Is tempered by a bold belief,

You have no answers,

To the cancers,

That consume you.

With every passing day.

The darkness in the light

Is that much closer,

It feels a footstep away.

A last breath, too

High a price to pay,

For getting older.

The voice on your shoulder

Still challenging you.

To give up,

Or go on.

Slipping through the days.

Sliding down a slope,

That gets much steeper,

The further you fall.

In spite of it all,

You will keep trying.

As in your dreams

You still believe in flying.

So keep on climbing,

Hang on to the rope,

It is the truth,

Of the hope

The widening scope,

That holds you

To the living.