Taking Action

The outlet doesn’t stand out

Hidden under a table

White top

Light blue legs

Not quite sky blue

At least not this sky

Grey with gusts of wind

The window where I sit

Brings chills

These words I lend

I hope they do the same

When you’ve made it

There’s always someone further

When you’ve arrived

There’s always someone there

This life is fleeting, this life is lost

Unless we leave our mark

Be it mountain, be it marsh

Don’t be afraid to life on the edge

The greatest gains come with cost

Nature does not reward the shadows

Or complement the weary

It rains fortune upon the seekers

The sun forever shines on their path