There are good men out there
On my best days I travel among them
I see the sights of valors
And the righting of injustice
The caves of eternity shall fall before them
Into the bleak, dark aspic
I cringe as I exit their gallows
Their journey extends onward
From their ancestors and to their progeny
I fall to my knees as I realize I exist between two Earths
The one I created and the one I’ll destroy
As I weep like a little boy in the dust
I look up at the kings that seem unaffected
I start down my mental ruin
As I begin to question
“How do you continue through the epiphanies?
Surely, you know the tragedy that awaits
That all good things end
There is no mystery about that
So how are you forever curious?”
I ask the Roman, the Greek, the Chinese
With these prayers of hope filling the sky
Answer me, I permit you
I wait as the voyage ends
I see it, I know, the rabbit up the sleeve
I am not in their midst
I am in the vile stink, the shadowy muck
But I am being lifted up like a crutch
As a whisper breaks the silence
“You” Again. “You.”
I know too much for this
I dismiss the proclamation
There is but one simple word
The one I least expected
As I ponder my amazement
This must be misconstrued
This is fantasy, reverie anything but reality
I surely have misheard
But they continue and my disbelief compounds
“We do not see the sorrow
We only see the light
It makes our pathway clear to us
As we continue with this fight
But you don’t have that beacon
And yet you persevere
How you’ve made it this far
Never will be clear
It comes down to you and we apologize
For without our light, you would have no shadow”
All I muster is consideration, but I think that it’s enough
We share our journey but not our perspective