The Walk Back Home

WHO would wander lost among the fallen knights to resurrect them with their sorrow and wounds out spite? WHAT would one do with the power to smite if they're ever-encumbered by Earthly delights? WHERE would one blessed with the true gift of Sight find reasons to shun darkness for the light? WHEN would one so loathe to stress and strife think it justified to put up fists and fight? WHY would the composer of a song so right put down their instruments during both day and night? HOW is it that one whose fire shines so bright is ever so hungry to stomp out the flames' light?

Lone nights when I'm sinking in icy cold rays drinking in the sights of slow, deaden days, shrouded, I shy away from the sun's gaze and shrink into shadows. Here, I shall stay. Never saying a prayer, nor spinning a tale I crouch as I'm pelted by God's stones of hail. The heavens point fingers and laugh when I fail, I'm an inmate, encased in a heart old and frail. Each beat pumps the blood which pays off my bail, a lifetime I'm locked in this mind of a jail. With a swish and a flick, I watch worlds collapse, the past and future sutured in a time-lapse. We're all seated and snuggled on Karma's cold lap while she spins her wide web, within which we're trapped. The whole game was staged, I never asked to be born nor to turn pages in life's long book of lore. But I'd wager that most of us get what we pay for since there's no ticket price to step through life's door. So we find ourselves stumbling, tumbling towards A...

Not all beings seek light as a reprieve and who am I to force others to believe? I'll blow my own candle out. Truth tends to slip through my fingers, indeed what I once took for granted is now a controversy. So I know that the thoughts I hold close to my soul Are as fallible as a fire exposed to the wind's blow. And I've seen that these dreams which once defined me were mere moments in an infinite sea of personality. Who could I ever be but the result of my own will collapsing probability?

I wish I was a burdenless guy, flying free like a bird in the sky. Some tell me I'm absurd and I'm wise; others have simply heard it's a lie. Hidden in the shade of an alder grove, shielded from the sun and missing the snow, I wonder if there's a reason to go or if I should sit back and let my roots grow. I listen to the trees - within them is wisdom or so said the wind between leaves when it kissed them. It seems that the world passed by, and I missed it trying to fight back against an old, broken system. Each of my dreams is just a drop in the stream flowing through a jungle of concrete, steel beams. Who gives a damn what the world believes when you're wandering lost, come apart at the seams? I hear the soft call of nature once again, caressing the breeze which carries her sweet scent. Wrapped in her embrace, I could never pretend that the world's a cruel place, wasted and spent. The sound of silence tickles my skin, even behind the s...