Free Solo Me

Time is like a manmade pond.We're constantly fishing for something unnatural. 

Lost all breath on the way down, fully submerged with a fate resting upon this

here oxygen tank. I'd prefer to hold my breath thank you very much.

Drowning used to be my biggest fear.
Now it just appears to be a part of life.

Coming to shore as driftwood, forgotten off-shoots once a part of something marvelous.

Where has fear gotten me?

Look at the rock face bare its teeth, spitting out numbers, grades of difficulty.

Scale a ledge and all of a sudden am able to easily play a live set.

Fear has gotten me nowhere, neither has suppression of thought/feeling.

This is where it gets tricky...

It's like dad just wanting to have a catch again, but I refuse, because

I believe i've grown out of such things. Moved on. 

Claimed independent on my taxes.

If life after death meant we could only live off of rationed experience...

my tongue would go dry from lack of tears to supplement my thirsty soul.

In the moment I mistook the momentary bliss of silence.

Music hinges upon the rests.

There's plenty of fish in the sea, but mom keeps calling me extraordinary.

Filling the plate for a lifetime does not give me much to chew on.

SO I create bones to pick and pain like quid to meet my quota.

Hash out the irrational in the morning, for I know it will return by midday.

If we abuse every fibre of our being, and in return, are commended for it...

Where the hell do we stand?

Motionless, emotionless, Alex's eyes are transfixed by El Capitan. 

Rubble removed, along with the rope.

Fear and love awaken only to be suppressed and compressed

into an inaudible sound.

Live in fear of death, but love its scent.

We're so cushioned with life preservers now, there's no chance of drowning.

While we're at it, let's fill the water with chemicals to get high off of.

I am able to fly if I perceive there to be no pond.

However, once we're all floating, I no longer know how to reach you.

Alex appears light-years away, off in distant space. 

I too can relate with an emotionless gait. 

But each climber is quite different.

There is always a consequence, even if we acheive our dreams.