Painful Tradition
Posted by
CMG
on August 19, 2022
2 mins read
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expectations, youth, legacy
To live is to feel pain
day and night, night and day
it lifts your saint less soul
far above its mortal glow
Holds it fast, holds it steady
washing ungodly thoughts away
thus remembering your earthly present
your own personal sleepy hollow
Savor it, honor it, fresh from the
wound never to be relinquished
for your god demands you see it through
to pay your debt in full
Might you find some sun, some joy
so utterly distinguished
as sweet as sugar it raises your spirit
but eat it not by the spoonful
Hardship is the bread of life, its mere existence
makes those fleeting moments so much sweeter
Be by its hand stronger, wiser and let the glimpse of
relief be your guiding star leading you forever on
Let go of your ideas of comfort, cling only to your
raw ideals and throw aside your inner dreamer
Alas life rewards only relentless work so grab your
shovel and keep on digging, all from dusk till dawn
But as you hustle, you puzzle
on the great scheme of things
Just to explain, to entertain
the idea that you folks were wrong
To learn, to discern
that pain did not sprout you wings
it led you, to a venue
where dreams are killed to a marching song
Before too long, you hear the song
a tune so strong, you're dragged along
Inside the venue, a shovel is passed to
a tall hollowed man who, sternly address you
You ponder the meaning, of work so depleting
that pain isn't ceasing, which keep your soul leaking
The man then explain, the source to your pain
be the dreams you retain, and rules you insane
Just 'fore judgments is passed, you set yourself free
as you run from the shovel, from your parents' decree
from pain and expectations, from work and moral slope
you run towards the bad advice, the fleeting glimpse of hope
Outside the town, you'll finally sit down
under a great maple tree you'll be sleeping
with the wind in your hair, people's judging glare
and a soul that's finally dreaming
