The path is clear
The motive is apparent
The tower it is
The tower it always was.
Distractions I try to find
and wonderful though they are
My goal sits empty
My cup unfilled
The tower is my destiny
The tower is my life.
And in that room upon the top
In which god is said to sit
Do I dare to enter?
for fear of vacancy?
For fear of occupancy?
or for the fear
That I will be staring back upon me.
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