Wednesday, 29 October 2008
Don't Look Down.
Beyond this place is my walk.
My journey to something better.
I am a voice thrown into the hollow void, like the coin to the wishing well. And as we know... Everyone gets just one.
For this reason, many coins get kept, clutched tight in palms. Ready for people's payment at the River Styx, or to offer up as a bribe to crooks and would-be executioners.
But instead of these things, I will cast it to the wishes. I will wear it's shine on my body... and hope to be deemed worthy.
Perhaps I am naive... Perhaps not.
I am silver like ice in the right light. I am cub like a newborn bear learning day by day.
Beyond this place is my walk. Don't look down... look up.