Cross Session
Refrain from the sound of the snake,
That surrounds and consumes the elegance,
Trying to not be satisfied with what I was given; complacent,
Attempting to be on the brink of hunger, the ascent.
Reaching the zenith, someone to not be compared with,
Wanting to be the loneliest number on the top of that hill.
The hill that is only meant for one.
So I pushed through the boundaries within my mind,
With one eye and no legs.
If I should ever reach the fork in life's road,
Know that I will disperse to all paths.
A cross look shall spread upon my face,
And I will chase destiny down.
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