Inertia is the Greatest Sin
No mountain is forever built.
Flowers bloom then they wilt,
nature's forces wear them down,
forever lost and never found.
Moonless nights where light is dead,
phantom coldness shears my head;
jagged rock and icy steel
camouflage the things I feel.
When my eyes turn to the sea,
waves of passion thrive in me.
Caution I dropp to a whirl of wind,
freely falls in the ocean's spin.
Voyages I fail to take
each day harder are they to make.
A heart must act or never win.
Inertia is the greatest sin!
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