Wednesday, May 6, 2009


At the Brink of destruction
Through the chasm of corruption
One may perish or break free
From the illusion of mortality

We're used to taking for granted
Things and states of grandeur
Failing to see that we have been
Blinded by tricks of destiny

In the final steps towards despair
One may take the leap and dare
To question things that make no sense
And find a place among the universe

At the top of the highest mountain
Lies an everlasting fountain
To cleanse yourself from this pollution
You must drink and reach conclusion

A state...of resolution