Growing Pains

Faith is forged in the reality of life.
Theory is extinguished in the pain of now.
A growing pain.

The proof is in the fruit, not the fame.
The rubber meats the road, not the air.

The incorruptible loves out the corruption
And fills with the joy of the pure.

Hard reality
Joy pure
Growing pains, nothing more.

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