In It For the Long Haul
This life can sometimes feel lonesome and that’s perfectly okay,
Our strong muscles and bones are shouting out that we’re here to stay.
Even if we are housing the prehistoric birds of prey.
It’s much like a lonely white pine growing high and mighty on a rocky mountain side.
The challenges are excruciating and the elements we can’t decide.
However, there is still a shelter that we are able to provide,
Adapt to this idea and the internal battles shall no longer collide.
The going of life can be intimidating and pretty tough,
As we overlook the canyon and think that others lives just aren’t as rough.
Just know that some weren’t built for this kind of stuff.
To allow the ability to grow so high and mighty tall,
We must not be afraid of shedding some previously living needles on that steep cliffside fall.
As well as understand, that we are all in it for the long haul.
Book: Perspective is the Objective
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