Weather and Rust

Understanding does not make one knowledgeable, of the issue that’s at hand But rather brings you a little closer To the ledge on which they stand Use no force - in words nor tone For the ground on which they trek, can tumble With the weight of a single stone Standing at the bottom - start slow - Work your way up And know they are immobile Alive - but stuck Trapped within their minds, along with their thoughts A cure for that isn’t something, That can simply be bought It will take time, years if it must But if left to weather the storm on our own - Sooner or later, we all will rust