There’s No Going Back
Joy & Pain, Beauty & Vice
They all walk hand in hand
Each one grabbing after the other
To breathe their moment in the
Sun
The cliffs surround me
A tiny speck in an array of wilderness
A tiny speck in an array of wilderness
Each grasp upward ever more slick
Ever more steep
Ever more exhaustive
The past is in the present
No clear horizon to guide the way
The valley beneath shines a spectacular light
It also safe keeps the terrors of one false misstep
There’s no going back
-Bryan Clark
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