You Carry On

He bit the dust alright
Dressed himself in finest pixie dust
Weightless and unseen, coated in dreams

But dreams fumbled; they’ve never been real
Lives just strands of thread that clung too tight
He’d never noticed the life-inflicted wounds
He’d never known life to hurt

It was time to fly to new heights
Time to resign from an unworthy fight
He’d take his squabbles to the grave
And turn them free

Men of stone crumbled and turned away
From an image made of flesh, blood and bone
So similar yet so unlike their own,

Who rejected such fine adornments
No needless indulgences in this older world
So he bathed in starlight and moon water
Weightless and unseen he carried on


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