If You’ve Got the Balls

There’s nowhere to fall
 that you cannot re-ascend
 No labyrinth core
 or ridge or dead end
 You are the power
 of your own rise
 You are the ANTI-CATALYST
 of thine own demise
 It was you all along
 Every time you fell down
 The hope that you found
 Down in the deep of the ground
 Every time you gave up
 Every time you gave in
 Just part of the sequence
 It will happen again
 By now you know deep
 You know deep and wide
 That each failure is you
 Playing god with your power
 Get into the groove
 Snap into your move
 Your the bearer of wonder
 You’re the countdown to thunder
 Fill thine cup, and overflow
 Pedal to ground, over-GO
 Nimiety waits in slow motion halls
 This is your life if you’ve got the balls

Originally published at Andrew L. Hicks.