now i may not cast stones physically, but the truth of the matter is, that i am no perfect soul myself, there must be balance in people, everyone has good and evil in them, (the concept of evil though is another story indeed,) have i not stared with a primal lust, have i not looked at another in jealousy, have i not talked behind anothers back, would i speak so freely to there front? on top of this cliff, on top of this giant stone i sit, looking around, at all the wonders of life, i try so hard to look at myself, me who always trys to have the answers, me who justifies my actions thinking everything joust on some level, trying to be an example of a good person, i believe in my heart that i am a joust person, but i beleive that i have indeed strayed from the path. and doesnt everyone else stray from the path at one time or another? blinded by
my own self image, And i sit here upon this mountain, the cold of the air fills my veins, and i laugh at the comedy of it all, i laugh at the sky so eternal, staring down at me, all knowing, seeing this game played before, so many times before me,
i dont know what the answer is anymore, this is not a thought of defeat, or one of victory, it is just a thought.
and i stand here, the weight of this mountian bearing down on me, am i who i say i am, am i who i want to be, my knees buckle with the thought,
am i who i laugh at? who i loath? someone i fear? what would i do if i had the answer, what would i do.?