I was born, have grown old,
and someday I will die
In the shadow of greatness
named by other men.
In that murky darkness
I’ve been raised and schooled,
my dreams cast in contrast
against a great them.
My peers, likewise crippled
with fear, doubt and awe,
accept this dark prison,
this pinion-wing maw.
And those who would step beyond
what others cast,
and embrace light willingly,
must fight the past,
the spectres and echoes
of self-righteous souls
who built us these prisons
by seeking control
of urges and passions
that they themselves fought,
but knowing their power
thought it best to not
encourage such things.
3 JUN 2005
