Cast The Way

High rise; You lie.
It’s a gross lie, they won’t try anytime to better our days. So many souls die in so many ways; many don't fly and cursed drown in the filth; so many ways. Ground down by the changing days. Deranged; the weather; wears us down into fine powder. Rotten scream louder and walk the way.
I rise, you lie.
So I cast my way to be walked by the task that I gained from the talk that I had with my own inner bliss, and basically I learned where the mountain is, that the climb is a fountain of risk and the fall; may take forever. Covered in mist claw the rise; one day aim to reach the sky people. Rolling thunder claim my voice. Spirit dance to this profound choice, and equal each footstep to a mound of grace; and each good breath. Exhale, this veil is a nest where the grail conceals what is really real: the real deal waits for those that can really feel grace and have no fear to aim for space.
No Chance, Romance no Stance, Those Rats Know Sense. Don't Go; Stance; Go Dance. Know War Dance. Those Rats Hoar Sense. It’s no more a frozen stance. War Dance;
End the winter: Turn, the slow death Burn. Bonified: setting one stone at a time; certified tone to rise. A high arch and through will march high and large one soul at a time. Castaway, cast the way; you who found the best way profound; Around won't sway the sound; won't stay the ground; No way the round road will grey my found note now. Constructed, never my road constricted. No; never my feet defeated; so long my strong walk. Climb the ladder to another world. None the matter: none the same. None has passed that in my past has a name. We go to the higher world never to return here.
We went higher now we look down below: the low. We go by and higher, higher high; and high are we.