The Apologist - East Of The Wall

Bound to kneel.

Bound to go awry

Condemned to argue until we die

Bound to feel something more than I

Pulled through stumbling

Can’t you find your way gone?

Thought the bough was able

Thought the height was scale, and the vertigo’s draw

Would show clemency, not scorn.

Plunging comatose

Lost in those dull words

Bound to feel something more than I

Now we kneel in the breaking light

Respite is fleeting and loss is ours

Let go, now it’s time we fell

Don’t you walk away.

Don’t you walk through a thousand changes

Though the alchemy burns me.

I can’t save you, but I would argue

The morass that we’re swimming in won’t let us catch our breath again

And now we’re sunk

The tide that we’re drowning in rises past our eyes again and now we’re sunk

Don’t you walk without stones.

A lift without a load to pull you over

Don’t you climb without a hold.

Don’t you let go

Can’t you see your days encumbered?

The vast is made of parts

The scope just dots, and we all move the path we’ve drawn

But mine… to walk it is an art, defined by the strong

But I’m unclear this day