What does it take to walk? Not to fall?
Each step, a belief, of movement, progression.
Years go by, suddenly you wake, have I moved at all?
Watching above, God waits for my plea, my confession.
Where did these chains come from, where they always there?
Gifted or self-imposed, it matters not.
The burden of apathy, in need of will, a lack of care.
Each passing moment, the chains get tighter, have I been caught?
Eyes open slightly, my slumber beckons my return.
From a place unknown, a voice whispers, "Wouldn't you like to run?"
A simple request brought me you.
I don't know who you are, but you sure know me.
You push, poke and prod "Follow the clues" - let me show you something new.
Fear gripped my heart, hide as I try, the voice returns "Don't you want to see?"
You took the old, and asked for honesty.
Back and forth, I put faith in my path, in the lesson.
From the best moments of my life, to the greatest struggles, constantly.
I reach back into the unknown, pushing and pressing.
Who am I? Why am I here? Did I always have an inclination?
A need to know, brings me a tumultuous situation.
Afraid of the answer, I covered, I hid, I kept clear.
Grand in scale, would I ever be ready to know?
Patiently, you watched and whispered "The answer you seek is near".
"Truth, ever present, you need to grow".
A simple Q brought me you, now I know.
The things you have shown, that stir my soul, I hold dear.
Torn between the old and new, the anger born from the slow.
Not to you or God, but now I; feel, love and care - don't you hear?
The journey has been long, and you've shown many great things;
"cast away these things that are fatal".
Had I closed my eyes and returned to my slumber, I would never have witnessed something so remarkable.