Beyond a sequestered role I play in this divine unfolding
A tale of thoughts rising towards a higher point of hope
No concern for the fallen lives lead, forgetting wisdom
The colors seen are the comforts held as the sole gain
I dream for the attunement of my soul to the greater joy
For long has all other beacons of life diminished here
Compared to the consequences of walking the median
A golden path revealed to the inner eye, the mystic man
Hidden from the normal tidings of emotions and errors
No fault shall keep the slumbers of the mind from going
Privy to designs of strange concepts, of why and the how
Magnitudes change, and what is seen can never be same
Of what lies across the discriminating line, divulge them
Rather to keep the score settled, and walk the lonely road
There is no doubt, of true solitude nor of the real purpose
Our game remains constant regardless of what the play
And so I remain without qualms, about the role and me
Of how the pieces fit, of what lies after the curtains fall
As long as the light shall shine, these lines should go on
No comments:
Post a Comment