Find Your Way INSIDE Mister-Shortcut Poetry

Standing at the edge of all the mountains laid out there,
who's to say the masters didn't know or didn't care?
The moment that you knew it, your fear grew out in spades
and courage is the dare to leap when one is most afraid.
Look inside the chasm, larger than you might have dreamed,
tomorrow is precisely what you may have thought it seemed.
Look beyond the sorrow, all the souls who never knew,
lest the wonder of it all, drizzle down the truth to you.
It comes down from the mountain, where the wisest get to sit,
where the broken shattered pieces once again are made to fit.
No one said it's easy, or that the game is fair,
never do the trophies go to those locked in despair.
Swept away in sorrow, all the souls who chose it, too,
the one-way ticket out of time, who never saw the view.

Don't shatter my illusions, in pursuit of lettered ways,
seeking past the greedy fools, to empower full-bellied days.

As you weep away your sorrows, as you seek to play tomorrow,
as the wind-swept years come calling to collect just what you've borrowed,
keep to mind and heart these words, older than the days of time,
I have lived to see your age, my child, you can but hope you live to see mine.

All the dreams of yesterday wrung in the actions you took today,
will seem to make a clearer way, when golden dreams come out to play.

Listen to the voices, how can they be so wrong?
You have shut them down too far, again,
your chances now grow long.

The better way you thought you knew,
the sentient stakes you drove right through,
the piercing shrieks of lonely night,
closing down that diminishing light.

Scrabble as a miner, digging up from all you've sown,
the brighter chance of lifetime is what you may have blown.
Ripple every muscle in the flightless climb to sky,
Look beyond the sorrow of the souls who never cried.

After all the madness, after all is said and done,
when we make the choice to tell you, that you might be the one.
No promised ease or comfort, noblesse oblige be damned again,
stand up once, with all your might, you'll roll with the power of ten.

And now you see the path back up, what you show kissed ripe in full by the sun,
don't dabble in dazzled darkness, for your journey is not done,
where the sorrow cannot touch you, in the soul-drenched world of one.