Trudge the Trudge
Trudge the Trudge To those who walk the walk, you have my envy for your bounds are clear. To everyone else, you have my condolences for we trudge the trudge. We endure the talk and we slog on. We trudge through well worn paths. We suffer talk and I envy the silent ones. They're the ones who hold a true belief. Belief should give some sort of comfort and peace to the holder of truth. The fervor and loudness that boils through strongly spoken beliefs probe deep into my thoughts and undermine the believers belief itself. This is the trudge. This is my own doubt of the believers conviction. Doubt and insecurity are loud only to obscure any reason or question of a conviction. Therefore talking the talk becomes shouting the shout and violently reveals doubt. I trudge on and I shout the shout while conviction talks the talk and walks the walk. I am trudging the trudge. Are you?