Plateau

Wishful thinking for inclination

Towards better days

Whilst walking this plateau

Level land is all I see and

Only way off is a plummet

Hundreds of feet to the ground

Stuck in this limbo

Between better and worse

Between dying to live

And living to die

My map shows a way off

But it’s hundreds of feet above

Wishful thinking for inclination

Goes unheard and I’m stuck

Always starring at what could be

I fail to get the higher ground

Life beat me it throws rocks

Uncovered they pelt me

Bleeding now life drinks

Blood in celebration

Success in torture and torment

I’ve got stone blocks for feet

So much energy is exerted

To make a single step

But I barley move ahead

The wind blows against my face

No matter which way I turn

Every step is followed by

An immerse focus on balance

My map shows a way off

But it’s hundreds of feet above

Wishful thinking for inclination

Goes unheard and I’m stuck

Always starring at what could be

I fail to get the higher ground

Life beat me it throws rocks

Uncovered they pelt me

Bleeding now life drinks

Blood in celebration

Success in torture and torment

The suns warmth reminds me

That there’s hope left for me

Though the heat will burn me

I’ll believe there’s hope left for me

There’s hope left for me

There’s hope left for me

There’s hope left for me

There’s hope left for me

As life casts stones at my face

I’ll continue to turn the other cheek

I’ll prove that I’m really alive

And that I have control of my life