“You know nothing, you may
Wait, but it’s all to your dismay.
Cause you won’t know the truth
If you don’t hear my sweet sooth…”
“I don’t need your hissed words!” I say
“You trick me with lies in which I once lay
Whose tongues of fire I know too well
My world you brighten, but my soul you sell!”
He doesn’t move at all, he smiles.
He shows me all the trials
I would have to await
If I wouldn’t choose his fate.
“Aren’t you sick of fighting a war in your mind
To transcend into a world you’ll never find?
You’ll die in your desperate errand
With nothin’ but a sword in your hand!
You’ll miss life for the purpose of perfection
But life is its own goal! Fighting, just a section.
Time will blow you away; a leaf which, though green,
Flies from the tree, never again to be seen.”
“I don’t want to live in a tree’s shadow” I say
“I’ll fly to catch the moon’s shiniest ray
To mould it into my own petty self, to know
Only what’s high in everything, not petty and low!
I want to feel the struggle of grass piercing snow
The effort of rivers as through mountains flow
I want to catch a lightning bolt in its flight, then
Thrust it back with strength into the clouds’ den…
It’s better than your world of petty pleasure!”
“Fool!” he cries. “Life’s your treasure!”
“No, fighting, fighting you is everything, sinner!
And in the end, I’ll be the winner…”