Worth It Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Perspective is like a new elective.
From the highest mountain tops, to the deepest cold damp caves.
They is always another way.
Back to front.
Look there is the field goal, ready for the punt?
Always on the hunt.
Always looking for the next magical place.
Hidden behind thick weeds and giant trees.
Short is the stay, envisioned is the way.
Times spins, and spins.
Gambling for another win.
Picking another plump grape from the endless vine.
Sometimes it is easy finding the elongated path because its already been cleared.
Sometimes everything familiar disappears.
You feel lost.
Taking a moment to get your bearings.
Creatures coming out of nowhere.
Running in all different directions.
A compass that never points.
It's a matter suggestion.
It's my obsession.
Lessons taught in a narrow, dark, and silent alley.
Who would of thought.
On the city streets, with a strange little beat.
I would be forced to take a seat.
Swallowing the scenery.
Is it chaos, is it order?
Does it move, or is it inanimate strange looking stone?
Making a pitch as the bases or loaded.
Will it be a swing and a miss, or is it already over stands into a small creek behind the park.
Certainty is so illusive.
Change is not exclusive.
A bouncing ball that never loses momentum.
Welcome to my inter-sanctum how long will you be staying?
Hopefully long enough to rearrange some stuff.
Go ahead mix it up.
Otherwise you'll get stuck in the same rut.
Putt-putt, take aim and it's a hole in one.
Patience, practice makes new experiences perfect.
And let me tell you it is always worth it.