The Human Abstract -The Path
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To hit the mark, to bring the rain,
to take a climb, the path to fame.
I sat dreaming alone, then it came out of nowhere,
An all too familiar voice with a false face:
the voice of the jealous.
It’s less than encouraging.
The walls have been closing in.
Though in droves the masses came,
years from now they'll say:
From the way out from the way out,
fools rushing over the hills, there to watch him fall.
And there amidst a sleeplessnight it came to me:
Endurance, endurance, it came to me.
Now nothing can stop me or keep me in line.
Get out of the way as I take to the sky.
It’s hard to discern all the motives I see.
One thing's for sure,
when the crowds have dispersed and forgotten me,
And forgotten their dreams,