Thinking about the rises and falls on the line graph that is an individual life.
Like Big Krit says, “Life ain’t nothing but an eq of highs and lows.”
Soar, Soul
We have to allow our spirits to fly as they will.
They might reach great heights, maybe even
that of Icarus’ reckon, perhaps further still.
Maybe even our egos can’t contain it
as there’s so much space for our spirits to soar.
Sometimes though, we do contain’em in
manageable cells, just put ‘em in little
menageries to show all of our guests,
“My what a pretty spirit you have there.”
Toss it in a cage and watch it die.
Sometimes we just forget, or break, and no longer
Remember how to allow a spirit to fly outside the cage
of our perception. Sometimes when we do let it out
it soars for a while and comes crashing back down,
not looking up anymore, just down
into the depths of things.
Hope stays my soul
that we learn to soar again,
sometime before we die.
Big Krit’s art is his music and he dishes it for free.
Also: Listening to Aphex Twin – Avril 14th
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