I stand here, humbled, alone and contemplative.
My head is bowed before your majesty
hoping to find peace.
You found me, lost and unsure.
You found me, wandering searching for a hero.
You found me, fallen and unaware.
I stand here, head bowed and begging.
Don’t throw me back onto the mountaintops.
Don’t drown me into the deeply held sorrow.
Don’t judge me for I have indeed failed you all.
I am ready to fall deep into the crevice.
I am ready to fall into a deep sleep.
I am ready to fall and get back up.
I am set to clear my mind.
I am set to erase my footprints
I am set to cleanse my palette
The darkness has not won
The serenity has not won
The void has not won
I seek a clean slate
I seek a straight footing
I seek a thunderous path
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