Persistant Prelude

An island, desolate, alone floting in a patch of clouds You, stranded, alone standing at the brink of that island A path a molten path of gold emerges you're there at the end of every end the beginning of every falsehood No lies to blindfold No hatred to grope the thread that started from you Always tread that golden stepm the last step Push open any doors that are ahead Eyes squint, light fades begin to step and step on you can shed your tears mumble your fears sing out your hopes and warble your victories Still, your feet are broken by stones your morale crumbles into nonexistence Sometimes, The feeling to fall and bawl is overwhelming but don't your hopes should be a key to the never ending sorrows the thorn that's stuck that won't come out But beware Every step may lead to a trap to be wary of Every spoken word is a lure to be cautious of Every prelude is your downfall Even if you tire Even if you sob even if... even if? DO NOT STUMBLE! DO NOT FALL! DO NOT FAIL YOURSELF! Broken wings, Broken hope, no chance of walking again so, irreparable will they mend? though you fall, though you stumble, though you wear down, remember that path you set forth towards Hands groping in the intangible noir the cascade of onyx rays the raven silk the livid hope Do you not realize you must embrace your failures? Hands stretched out, legs so unstable like a colt sweat like a waterfall Grap your fate Ever tread on Never forget