The most difficult choice is the choice to do right. Temptation will come to us from all corners, in many forms: Temptation to be accepted by our peers, temptation to choose an easier evil over a difficult good, temptation to take more than what we need. Walking the better path requires traveling lightly, unfettered by some things we may feel right now that we need. Can we do without our possessions? Can we do without the people that started the journey with us? It is always circumstantial – if these people and things still resonate with the goodness and truth we desire, then there is no burden to them. But some of these people may change, and some of these things may become obsolete to us. Then, they begin to weigh us down. When we make the hard choice to unshoulder these unnecessary weights, we feel the pain of loss. But time will tell. As we travel further down the good path, that feeling of loss turns to lightness, and if we could look behind us, we would see how their turn for the worse has misled them, and in the end, that old feeling of loss will turn to a feeling of our good fortune to not be misled along with them.
lyrics
Lyrics
Numb, twilight promenade
stumble in the rain pitying the roll of the die.
I've thrown, on my own, on my own.
This night, so silent, I fill with arias
to mourn the death of honor and damn the murderers.
I know your bargain I don't accept the terms.
Walk away.
Strangle the sacred.
All your crimes have gone unpunished,
and I am the exile.
made unclean by what I've seen now who can purify me?
Gone - all the innocence I protected,
mendacious viruses have killed them in their home.
And I chase away the memory just one drink at a time
In just rebellion it's always just one drink at a time.
Fight for the futile.
I can't tell myself the lies I'd need to walk a step with you.
I don't need your bribes,
I'll just keep what is mine.
Just keep pretending,
that your choices here will come with no consequence.
I played the fool,
obeyed the rules.
The theft of everything ensued.
And once again, see empty hands,
the price I pay for following my conscience.
Heed the quiet heart,
and refuse the concede to the den of thieves,
before they drag me under.
At the bottom of their malice, sunk down by ill-won prize,
I'll become the thing that I despise.
If the odds are stacked against me and I can only lose,
I'll still play my hand, best I can.
My own man, head held high, and incorruptible
On my own.
credits
from Non Sequitur,
track released March 19, 2019
Written by Raiju
Vocals: Scott Wagner
Guitar: Bobby Carroll
Guitar/Vocals: Sean Johnson
Bass: Max Coley
Drums : Vinnie Hecht
From the 2019 Release: "Non Sequitur"
Audio Production: Zack Ohren at Sharkbite Studios
