The Rising

Open eyes and see this room, see this overload
Watched these hills that rose for years, rose to fill my throat
It’s time for me to leave this place or I’ll lose
Or maybe there’s a way to purge, to liquidate this growth
Every move is hard in here, I won’t get out of this sphere

Those hills will fall someday but they’ll always be more than I can ever take, though
I have to try at least or I’ll never get away from these ancient foes

Pulling into vertical, getting out this trap
Slowly fighting through this field, step by step
Holding on some things around, pulling down the hills
Mud falls on my feet and loads every step, the further I get

Those hills will fall someday but they’ll always be more than I can ever take, though
I have to try at least or I’ll never get away from these ancient foes

Every step feels like being overload, like walking through a swamp, like…
… weight that covers my strength, that pulls down my limbs
I think I have to stay
Stay at those hills

I should not have waited until this overwhelmed me
Until the mud controlled me
I missed the point where I could have stemmed the rising, could have stopped the rising
And now it buries me, beneath my own weakness, beneath this contumeliousness
This weight …..This Load covers me and holds me and pulls me