It always seems like the world is falling apart,
The seams of our society always just an inch from unraveling,
But it never seems to.
Is it just an illusion created by our own fear?
It always seems like the higher our heroes climb the harder they fall,
Some of us fear to climb to high out of fear of falling,
Others climb to high out of fear of being stuck to the ground.
But why must our heroes always fall?
It always seems like the worst of humanity is on display,
That our own darkness is reflected in our media,
But where is our light?
Is it relegated to pointless quotes printed on the pages of our calendars?
Must we live with the knowledge that our only hope is in obscurity?
That the shadows of our society hold our brightest light,
And the most open fields hold the darkest shadows cast by our apparently black sun.
Must we hold onto hope as our last hope and our only hope for our world?
Is the only light in our sky a single star?
Today I ask you what gives you hope,
Let the light hidden in our shadows come out,
Let the shadows hidden out in the open be put to sleep.
Seeking new focus,
Trying to find,
A thing forgotten,
Or left behind?
Maybe I never found it,
I may have missed my chance,
To find something so important,
It could have changed my life.
So now I must find new focus,
Try to find a way,
To seek something just as important,
That can be used to replace,
Something so precious,
As to change my life.
But I guess I would go on living,
When the cheery blossoms fell like rain, when time I could ignore.
I went to see a black wall with names lost in war.
I looked into that sandblasted wall and found to my surprise, that standing beyond its darkened veil, was a face with my eyes.
This monument of death, so simple, yet so complex, had something to say, though it fell upon many deaf ears.
It said “You must pay the price of freedom, yes indeed, but to pay the price in bodies with interest still due, you will never find your debt paid, a grater balance will always be due.”
But this wall held only regret no solution was inside, so I left this place to find it, I may succeed in time.
We say we will remember, the lessons the dead teach. But I think I see a shadow on the land, were the next monument of death will stand.
I know the answer to this question,
But I don’t think the question knows the answers about me.
What is my nature beyond the words used to speak my name?
What is the meaning beyond the sounds used to describe me?
What is the reason that I fail?