Walking

To walk the road of life is something else, it's rather windy and has many dead ends, and it curves so much, we cannot see ahead, so we need to slow down and sometimes hope for the best.

What is covered by dust through the years of lethargy will need the attention of a painter in ecstasy, every grain of the sand may need to be carefully studied unless you like the strength of a leaf blower power.

And sometimes we need help, and sometimes we need a kick in the pants, and sometimes we need to cry and sometimes we need to be sly, and sometimes we fall to our knees and sometimes we jump like we've been bitten.

All in all, life is much like a dance between darkness and light, the stark madness and the sweet romance, until all of it goes beyond this yin and yang, it all comes together into a giant nothingness.

You can take all of you and fill it with all, you can take all of you and gracefully fall, you can take all of you and give it away, whatever the course, it is here to be walked.