STEVE H.W.
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A Return

11/24/2017

 

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There is only so much to life.


Post-understanding is merely putting up the numbers.


How many important ideals, beliefs…all sorts of notions that give drive to
blindly going on, rushing into sleeps and forgetting the humanness within
are just Arbitrary Fictions?


Way, way too many.


Enough to crush any man’s soul.


The Gift of Truth is bestowed to the ones who are willing to climb out the mountain of corpses.


Then the search turns into wandering in the blizzard forests,


Directions lost, time lose track, Nights & Days but Walk, Walk, and Walk.


In a hope full of Moxie, to go on and on, and on.


To get strong, to survive, to reach, 


To become, to lose and gain, 


Till one fine afternoon, swishing a wand and utter: 


“No More.”


To try is to live in courage,


Courage makes a Man and a Woman in face of the None.


Fight on, Warriors,


I clap my hands to those Stand and Down.




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