This struggle of ours......

This struggle of ours.....

The Grind.
Go hard.
Then go harder.
Is that not why we came?
& If not then why bother.
To live & die the passionate death
Never to know its cousin,
Buzzing.
Making something out of nothing.
Purveyors of possibilities
Revealing Hostilities
Words into music, thoughts into imagery
Constant imagination.
Thoughts forever moving
Outside. No boxes.

The Crazy ones, Ugly truth
The Beautiful, Ones.
The sacrificers of souls
Children of the night but the blood is our own.
Expected to starve, to fail
to win only in the epilogue
How dare we be fresh?
Meant to be.

The chance takers, unafraid.
To exist where you don't,
But so many wish to.
Life's excitement, captured
The hunters.

The unique, difficult to know
Difficult to define
Hard to understand,
& much harder to find.
The heartless, relocated to to sleeves
then to you
To you.
The mission of followers.

How dare we succeed?
Us individuals.
Us misunderstood but often never meant to be.
The celebration, the reminder to live.
To embrace. To feel. Alive.
Santi said we are the creators. Gold.

The lonely
Too rare for the well done
Snowflakes, never another the same.
The makers of meaning
Forever lasting in the moment
Doing, even when they don't condone it
The purpose. Own it.

The Flow, steady against the tide
seeping into the mainstream
Muse to the majority.
The unplugged.
Acoustic MTV.
Unplugged.
The wonders of the world. Limitless
Unchained.
Deep, pools to get lost in.
The necessary.

How Dare we exist?
We do. We will. We are.
To survive. To continue.
To create forever.

This struggle of ours.......

Peace.

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