Go to work.
Go home...
I've finally reached the top
Of the mountain I would climb...
In a world where I am Christen Kuikoua,
Yet each day, I question if it's truly me...
A look of stoic resignation
Utter defeat, distilled acceptance...
Arrows in quiver
All yearn to reach for the sky...
A:
As I die...
Of a mind that’s glad, dopamine-laced silken...
stays awhile, close by, sobre feet planted to...
Laughter on the wind,
It doesn’t trouble me...
Looking at myself in the mirror
sometimes it's hard to rememeber thats me...
He said "You've lived a full life"
But what constitutes living...
A wall must have sides
But when taking sides you're still...
Moves over the chain
Shakes off the cobwebs...