Poem #09

It is a dangerous thing to have reached the stars

Be it even more so at such a young age

For what good to you now is the world below

When you know that the heavens are within your grasp

Why dally amongst the motives and moralities of those still tied down

Why toil and labor amidst every step

To sweat and bleed for anything else now seem as wrong doings

What drives my desire when the highest has already been sated

I am left with a choice

Damnation or resurrection

My views may drag me to the depths below

Or become the very craft which saves my life

Do not go so hearty as I have

To make the same mistakes as those which came before

Transform into such a thing that does not wish to solely ascend

But to bring this weary world into heaven with you