Dreams are burning holes in the shadow that is reality, who we are and who we need to be is diluting,
Forces stronger than emotions are taking over, is it pain? is it anger? is it a wounded soldier dragging himself to the safety of his trenches?
Questions stay raw while the soul begins to ripen, the nectar of adulation is stemming into pity,
is this disgrace? is this remorse? or this my the prisoner dragging his shackles across the jail wards?
Who am I to you? Who am I to me? What am I to anyone? shackles all shackles.
The bail is set for a soul, the bailiff demands it now, the question is when will it be taken?
Rubber burns and we all see smoke, soul burns and all we see is a smile, a smile of a fool who thinks he is a phoenix, the fool forgets…
The master is now the slave, the god is now the follower, the king is now the minion. The meek has inherited the earth and has the burden of it burying him into oblivion.