The Points

Struggling to rise Struggling to achieve Struggling to stay adrift Struggling to accomplish The point? This incredulous life To be birthed To later die? Why we must push so hard With worn and calloused hands Withering in the darkness Waning under insecurities Pentagrammatic encompassing Persons in sync with water, wind, fire, earth Perpetuating singularity Parabolic travels to the same locale We must deal with the shit Where the flowers bloom Without the pain Water lilies cannot float Germinate Grow Gather Gain Five points in all For two your hands For two your feet Foremost your head to utilize the others Knowledge kept in a limitless case Knocking on the doors of the world Kneeling to the concrete and abstract Killing the thoughts of won’t The points? There are five To limit oneself There does not exist