Fall to Fly

This piece explores my very personal feelings on creation and creativity.  I've taken a lot of risks in my life transitioning, moving to China, moving back, changing industries several times over...

I've worried through every time I've reinvented myself and at a certain point it's rational to question my sanity with these decisions.  But it doesn't take long holding up my visions for the world and for my art before the doubt fades away.

 

Creation is breathing to me.
 

Fall to Fly
 

Wind clipped cliffs magnificent in opulence
Stood the test of time against the tides
Some battles lost, some won but standing firm with ever weathered sides
Walking to the edge you can smell salt and breezes vigorous and assaulting
Whisper soft whisper loud, of the death a breath full of salt brings

Your steps have been sure and safe so far upon solid Earth
Tread upon by ones before you with steps that bore you you think a new one or two couldn't hurt
But your path ends here unless like Moses you can grasp the bedrock and take it aloft to pave new steps amongst the tree tops but see you can't stop- found you only wanna get lost

You asked if you could have something different
I asked, I don't know can you?
No ones stopping you
Telling what you oughtta do
Self-restriction's only fiction that hasn't yet been disproved
But it takes an act of faith
To believe in something timeless that can't be erased
Stumble towards it blindly, your arms outreached
A fall into hubris or the Earth will rise to meet your feet

The path of creation is a journey of the brave
To become to your artistry a servant- but a common slave
A blade to hack through weeds of apathy pits of inaction get traction from atrophy of the soul
But see you know the horizon can only hold the brightness of a new day a new way the feel
New beats for a new song new fates for a new kind of wheel.

The world you're making stands ready for the taking
Eyes open- you're waking up to the bright whites of the breaking sun
It's begun- Forget less taken this path is virgin soil defined by unplanned steps and future toil
Wasn't this way, wouldn't be any fun
No pain, no gain to speak of
No way to pray for the peace of

Righteous dreams
Can only be earned
The beauty of beauty can never be learned
Your veins pump blood or your veins pump gold
Tasted, wasted, or shared but never ever sold
And in the end with a swan dive for flare
Sunset on cracking waves eyes squint against the glare
No need to wonder if it's worth it
Smiling cause the fates have been more than fair

They've been more than fair
They've been more than fair
No need to wonder if it's worth it
Cause the fates have been more than fair

 

This track is laid to Nujabes' "No Way Back," a piece a felt very connected to as I wrote it.  The artist, also known as Jun Seba, died in 2010.  This is piece is an unofficial tribute by someone who believes in his and all people's art.
 

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