15 August 2012
Making my way Up the ladder of hope One hand gripped tight As the next rung I grope I come to a space That's missing a rung No way to reach up Even with arms outflung And so I stop No higher I go Stuck in the moment With nothing to show For my efforts thus far In climbing so high And I ask myself this: Why did I try?
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Endless Ladder • Opuss № I