In Ways About Air
Written by tonyIn ways above air,
Do true choices be known;
Grasping this air,
Those beneath it are frozen;
Suffocating from this air,
They still see it as golden;
Inhaling this air,
Their hearts beat is stolen;
Scorched by this air,
Body's blackened by molten;
Succumb to this air,
Their spirits finally folden;
Living in this air,
Unwittingly beholden;
The choice was theirs,
Not to live above the air;
Its toxicity has but one taste,
Its velocity owns but one face;
For the Bright one,
Breathes this poison for fun;
Pure and demanding,
Gaining strength without withstanding;
Understanding from within,
Unknowing without sin;
Climb and find, despite,
the Beacon of Light;
Dimming its own power,
Shimming its very tower;
A beam from above, even a glare;
Is enough to guide me though the poisoned air.