Maybe i'll catch it, maybe I won't, some things will
prevail, some things are meant to or don't
The will of a fighter, a lion at best, can see or (is capable)
of Seeing, the things seen by the Rest. At the end of this journey,
or at the prize of the stone, the lion seeks to make things for all
that are His own. Even as i write this, in My throne or light and
Not quite. Known I might never touch this thing, or be able to
keep it In sight. Still known in the lion's chest, he tried to make his
Way to to the top - and maybe in this one Lion knowing, some
kind of A truth is does not Stop.
Thing is the truth this time, it can't stop, not keep going or many more
could miss. How come I cannot stop going, this type of truth I can't
resist. So the ?? is are many more, made of this one thing. A sentiment
of truth, as a truth a life can Sing. B/cause as I write this I am knowing,
My truth has in ways come to a full stop. yet I keep on going still, as
the going's where its hot. If I find a place, a light in a Humanity echoed
too in me. I'll see a truth that others long for, though known not quite to
Be. If I can seek it up and ratchet, and finish all this Light, I see a truth
I've always known and strove for, yet all I'll find is (really) just my might.
https://www.wired.com/story/climate-adaptation-isnt-surrender-its-survival/
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