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Leaving The Cave

The best shadow boxer of all time . . .


The best at holding the hand-pads for others . . .


The best fighter who never was . . .


The Champ that was never born. . .


The caterpillar who hid, never becoming a butterfly . . .


The fire that died out . . . Leaving behind nothing but ashes . . .


The man who almost did something. . .


The dragon that stayed a lizard . . .


A magic well left untapped . . .


A dream left slept on . . .


A direction with no wind . . .


Life left to die . . .


A story untold . . .


A timeline that wasn’t . . .


A man given freedom, only to choose beautiful distractions . . .


Deeper than regret, scars that he can never forget . . .


A soul left inside of a cage . . .


Eyes that hold the universe in them . . .


An infinite amount of choices in every moment . . .


Grabbing at the fountain of youth, trying to hold it, as it slips through the cracks in his hands . . .


A seed that never grew into a tree . . .


. . .


No progress has been made 


No treasure at the end of this pain


No dragon to slay


Just me myself and I, day after day


And all the choices I’ve made . . .


Another shadow on the floor


Another shitty metaphor


Another fight I’ve ignored 


Another beautiful lady  


Another step towards going crazy


More wasted love . . .


More unheard prayers floating up above . . . only disappear into the air . . .


Just a scared kid, who never grew up to live . . .


Another addict who lives in fear . . .


Another second, minute, hour, month and year . . . with no change . . .


Another day feeling strange . . .




Escaping from the present, while sleeping on the past, he puts on another show


And the seed never grows


The cave becomes his new home


Of course he’ll spend this life alone


What man is worth the cave?


No man is . . . 


What life is worth the pain?


Only when we find the courage to leave our homes; to turn off our shows; to mute our phones;


Can we grow.


Only when we leave our cave,


Can we live again. 


CH 7/27/24

 
 
 

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