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Forever High and Low

I often ask myself what I'm wondering
What's the riddle that has me stumped?
How much longer will I feel this way?
Why am I forever riding swells?

Endlessly lost on a familiar path
The same brown bricks I've worn away for years now
Forever searching for a new meaning for a tapped out source
Forever chasing a certain nostalgic high

There wasn't much to see outside that window
Couple buildings, a road, people clutching their coats
It was the first time I'd seen this land enshrouded in darkness
And as a cold breeze blew, I lost myself in warm food

So I've walked that same path a thousand times
So much so that it's lost all meaning
A world of infinite potential was lost in familiarity
Forever searching in a world of lows

When the destination is so far away
It's easy to lose yourself in the journey
Creating fantastic endpoints and starting lines
Pushing back anything that reminds you it'll end

I claim these bricks as a throne of memories
As my destination draws nearer and I've given up on this land
No longer a realm of bright innocence
Forever lost as a tomb of jade

And thus I sit on a throne of ice
Firmly attached to the past as I've ever been
Summer heat and winter chill
The two muses I eternally draw upon

Forever lambasting what summer has dealt me
Forever reaching out to what winter stole from me
Finding purity in old pain, and sins of ancient saints
Forever my Kingdom of High and Low

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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