beaten down
a long and trodden path
swim or drown
it is this living's wrath
then came to feel
just at dark's descent
you're someone real
if hell or heaven sent
run with me across the frame
the one that keeps us in
cages meant to make us tame
and pure of all our sins
spare me bombast from the hill
the hours spent mining loss
we are meant to finally kill
this existential dross
and come unto a higher plane
our empty cups in hand
we glimpse through narrow window panes
a sea where once was sand
a song of heart pronounced
in measures of the soul
a sigh on winds the only sound
is that which makes us whole
