Tuesday, January 18, 2011


A race not for the winning, an end before a beginning
To get there from here, I built it day by day
Love, beauty, hate, war, buying, selling – all empty spinning
One step on the ladder and it rotted away

Even success turns bitter at the end
Plaudits and other trappings aside
Discovering the ladder is just pretend
You can't hide the broken pieces inside

Love, beauty become broken clawing at the young
How could the perfect touch this sordid earth?
We wrestle till we are overcome
But You gave the dying a second birth

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