we all shall rise up

i shall rise up, and i shall fly away
i shall rise with majestic occasion
(i shall rise to this occasion even if i have never managed it, for any others, ever before)

i am a very small, sentimental person, for reasons that, in my overarching and overabundant reticence, i have yet to ever truly, satisfactorily explain. and i can do no more than be my self. my own little self.

no more and no less. i am just...my self.

my self in a suitcase, a backpack, a roll. my self on a ticket, in a seat, on a journey, effervescent journey, eff-forever journey, for it's now, now, now.

now. i will rise up, right now.

rising portends gravitas, and coming up upon something great, but if greatness is only loom'd upon us, hanging over us, a lurching fright, then what good will all this fruitless rising do?

where are we going? why are we going? who are we being, when we find our way along to get there?

but we rise in aspiration. we rise to up-become.

let me become somebody. let me rise up. let the yeast, engraining, speak to me. let me grow, and blossom, and rise.

let me bake myself into majesty. let me become something that cannot be smuggled, impossible puzzle, worth every struggle, and one that defies every faintest flicker of embarrassment.

take a plane. take a train. steam escaping. watch me rise. let me drive.

what are we driving at?

watch me rise, rise, rise, rise, rise.

if it's a you problem, i'll make it a me problem. closer yet to a we problem. if it concerns us, then i'm concerned - on the way to stomach turned.

it means to appear, and so i'll appear alight, charged and ready, primed for flight. i'll hang it on, away the curb, make fast the wall and jump out towards the passenger, skyway passenger, up to the sky, we fly, we fly.

we all shall rise up. we will. i know we will. we'll get past this - this ride, this night, this day, this week, this month, this year, this season.

we'll be better than we ever were. i believe in this like i believe in the stars, the sun and the clouds, the cover of earth's protectors that give us a strata to reach toward whenever we're bluer than any a sensational skylight should be.

we all shall rise up, because there's a place for us, up there (somewhere). because we don't deserve to be knocked about. because we'll get what we're gunning for, when we set our sights to aim.

i'll rise above you, fickle target off the fallow and unlikely friendship market, and i'll be great without appreciation, without performance for perspiration; it's not my spite, just determination, for greatness isn't just my goal but my calling, and we will rise, bells up, to the call.