benefits

I look at the sky and know it is mine
Listed among the things you cannot take away
I know the inner workings of my heart
And the way that pain improves
Its rhythmn

I have already accepted death's outcome
For as limitless as this life appears
It is still finite, the only breakthroughs
Are moorings I leave behind for others'
Security

I do not like being alone on my travels
For the hand of another is the only cure
To the poison run rampant
and is oft times breeches the insanity
For a moment

But if being myself commits me to perspective
Unshared by the multitude
Then surrounded by the words of my own
Counsel I will seek to listen
Knowing the price of truth