Beings

___Spirituality___

Steps I take, to myself

are the ones needed

to go to you

___Mortal___

Dressed in cloak

of mortal desire

not afraid of

freezing fire

only want to

climb up higher

doesn't care if

world call liar

what we want

as long as its' acquired

___For Granted___

Drank the ocean

ate the land

of pain and sorrow

by your hand

you are still unhappy

in a manner grand

It is not about right and wrong now

It's all about the slipping sand