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This level of life's ladder Shows a rather common view, I've hung out on this rung for long enough. My vision craves a grasping gaze Where sight sees hope renewed. It's time to climb above fake frills and fluff. Desire for a higher grip Persuades my feet to move. Hope looses clinching hands that heart might reach A level where self settles down And seeks not to improve, But go beyond to practice what I preach. I long to look where soul beholds Scenes filled with risk and chance; Faith fizzles with familiarity. New vistas of adventure Stimulate as dreams advance. I'll end at unimagined Destiny. Farewell oh faithless rung, so-long, good-bye. Your purpose is depleted though served well. Past kept me hung but promise lifts me high, To heights where Hope is honored to propel. |
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