Thursday, July 22, 2010

The Man On the Horizon

There it is I see on the horizon
Bleak and wretched a wind worn shape
Harassed yet hardened by events untold
Gritting himself for those that would unfold

Incomplete -his knowledge, confused -his mind
As to why he was chosen to be thus punished
As to why those that he loved and cherished
Were never too far and yet never close enough

There he stands on the horizon, a stronger man
Wishfully thinking if ever he cud ever go back
To the point where the seeds to his destiny he had sown
If he cud ever get back to the life he had known


From where I stand it looks like sweet release
Something to put the restless mind at ease
For I know, standing there at his worlds end
Is my future self, the one that fate did send