Ascension

Ascension Let this cup pass me by, this cross I must bear! This path was long crafted by the ancestors, I will not tread on sacred grounds! Too often the heart skips a beat, relief resides in knowledge a busy path grows no grass! It does not matter if the grass hides coils of gold-speckled mambas. Trust me girl, they will try to quench your fire, labelling it rebellion. Hold on dear, Go on an introspection tour Pack a healthy dose of isolation Include an appreciable amount of adrenalin Tuck away isolation and discover yourself anew!