It's as if work never ends, still slavering away with centuries old legacies. Can see those ancestors faces carved into the woodwork. Watching over what they built to see through the many years.
The older they get the monstrous they seem. Age isn't pretty in fact, it rears the beasts ugly head.
The early bird may catch the worm, however. Just how slow does the worm turn the soil. Since it is the surface to peel back for answers.
Working their way towards those wanted outcomes. There is a long gap between starting off with ideas and reaching those just rewards.
Not just stepping into their shoes, putting on old boots that are actually iceskates. Be prepared to walk on ice, or skate on ice more or less. Just as long as to know when and where that ice melts. Don't want to end up like the others did, in deep water.
In the forest; just like a forest filled with dense tree growth. Trying to find a way out of those woods. Is exactly how a wall can give similar affects. Just as to clear that tree growth to give a sense of open lands. A demolished wall allows freedom too. However, there will always be for that lost in the woods. And parts of a wall to remain and become a place of abode. Still holds that contained feeling, a long leash yet held tight.
Psalm Ch.90:V.1 " - Lord, thou hast been our dwelling place in all generations."
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