I’ve been silent for far too long
In these forested hills of ease
Now I must come alive

Down through the parched white valleys
To thrive as a man

Through the stillness of the plains
To earn, to grow, then slip idly by

Somewhere
At a low in myself
I shall earn my keep

Below
Where the tree line ends,
Where I’ll shed the armor of my youth

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