" A way forward"

 A way forward√

It's sad to say about our ways

That malice is so strong

The heart it plays but, then, it strays

From life within the song

To gain the heart and move the beat

To reign upon the mountain's seat

And see the misted fall

For one must raise their troubled gaze

Look, once, upon the world unfazed

And strain into the all

No end in sight

No troubled fright

Will ever match the will

When step is light

The distance right

No way in which to fill

For time it has no end

The endless way will wend

Once more, unbend, "Stand tall"

Since this is the site for my most flighty thoughts, anyways, it seems a good place to put flighty prose, as well.  I think I may have determined to not participate in the madness, this time around, from the moment I was born.  It really is like I'd seen it before and participated way too often.  Searching, searching, searching for a whole lifetime to find some way to make sense of the mad landscape that I can finally call prehuman.  You have no idea of the necessary effort involved.  The first fifty years or so were spent observing all of the quirks of prehuman madness.  Then, I stumbled upon rhoetry in earnest (long story, see Everlast to comprehend what I mean).  It was the right tool at the right time to begin to put all of the pieces in place, which took another twenty years to suss out, constantly rearranging until it made sense.