The One Who Never Was
With legs quiveringing I stood,
Over a mountain so high,
Never had I thought, I would,
Reach where only some birds fly.
Afraid to take a step wrong,
And take a fall, far too long,
I walked the pace of a kid,
Never adieu I wanted to bid,
To the heaven to where I had made,
And stand so tall and still not be dead
A gust of wind pushed me then,
Over the edge, so I went,
Got hold of my breath back, when,
I could feel a hand was lent.
An angel, I thought it was,
But then it didn't suit my laws,
Took me a while to fathom,
It was no nymph who had come,
But my own self holding on,
Now with the delusion gone.
A rock I had gripped while on,
My way down to paradise;
I could feel a new me born,
With strength enough to rise.
That was the time when I thought,
All our wars are to be fought,
With nobody by our side,
Then why do we get so tied,
To the one who never was,
With all his exempted flaws?
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