Got to ride the Zip line at work today. Reflecting on what we really do!
Harnessed for a thrill
On a zip line hill
Repairing the souls
Of some who killed
Grounded in midair
To a new found care
The Love of Brothers
In a forrest of trust
Teaching art of loving yourself
In the dare
To remove the lust
Of a mind addicted to distraction
To engage in The Work
Recover is Action
To make Amends
To end the Pretend
To own your behavior
While feeling your very real hurt
To seek and give forgiveness
Is the cure for the illness
That drives us to death prison and madness
Scares remain
The prescription the same
For pain managed by the day
The reward is the thrill
Of a life Lived
Feet on the ground
Surrounded by people
Who love you
And who want You
To be around
Harnessed for a thrill
On a zip line hill
Repairing the souls
Of some who killed
Grounded in midair
To a new found care
The Love of Brothers
In a forrest of trust
Teaching art of loving yourself
In the dare
To remove the lust
Of a mind addicted to distraction
To engage in The Work
Recover is Action
To make Amends
To end the Pretend
To own your behavior
While feeling your very real hurt
To seek and give forgiveness
Is the cure for the illness
That drives us to death prison and madness
Scares remain
The prescription the same
For pain managed by the day
The reward is the thrill
Of a life Lived
Feet on the ground
Surrounded by people
Who love you
And who want You
To be around
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