Rough and tough is this stumble
Flipping my perspective to oddAs I reach out for the hold of safetyAs my ego can’t understand this crazyI’m caught out on the soft side of hard…..Strongly I once understood such comfortBeing the King and controlling known destinyMistaken my constant currency 2b my makingForged on steps on time rising to lift an appearanceEventually stature must give way to a lower clearanceSo I’m fearing this defacing by way of the soft side of hard…….Oh My God, is the cry, that goes out that wayAsking for reprieve in the cast of illusion torn asunderBlunders exposed for all to fully see and believeAllowed to go hard for seemingly centuries, until thenWind changes directions and the storm at a distance begins to reignAs lightening flashes and dominion of a different type descendsFor now dark is light and unfamiliar like the soft side of hard……….Slow is the growth in the reasons of man and his chosen stanceReincarnating to obscure formations and unrecognized seasonsTo live long is to forget all and remember a new found ancient teachingAs is the purpose of lack and the divinity in this formal reacquaintingIn all things, comes a time when the soft side of hard will be exposed!