Some thoughts...

Currently Listening Fallen By Evanescence Whisper

Under the full moon,
footsteps echo
on and on
to what end?

where do they go?
what is their point?

the escape
of a tortured soul
the freedom
of being torn asunder

nothing is coming
everything is going

when the thoughts flood in
like a torrent
and words prove
a mere insufficiency

if the heart leads on
and love takes hold
spontaneously seeking
its proving in a moment

but will not let go
when it drowns it owner

if the mind and will
lead on, unwavering
analyzing,
knowing,
seeking truth and right
attempting no regrets

then why does confidence
only produce questions

when i am done saving the world
who will save me?
if i sit there and watch you die
who will be there to watch me?

truth may build a legacy
right may establish an empire
love may enter a castle
and tear it down from the inside out

and steadfastness may produce
and legacy of difference

but if they conflict,
when they conflict
the pain that ensues
has depth beyond words.

on and on
light and dark
mind and heart
love and hurt

if the moon is so brilliant
why are the stars so faint?
if I cannot cry
then why do the tears not stop?

when i am done saving the world
who will save me?
if i sit there and watch you die
who will be there to watch me?

if I have no choice
but to be thrust in the middle
and all of a sudden
I have no idea how I got there

can I look back
and change the future?

can I decide
that where I am is fate?
if I surrender
to fate as a future

then what separates me
from a rushing mob?

what puts me aside?
what makes me anything?
when so much pours in
why does life seem to disappear?

the soul cries
for more than this.

the empty space between chapters
seems so inviting
it’s the return to the drama
that is daunting

the blank space
yet to be written
though it be torture
is the epitome of hope

what remains unwritten?
what is the point of this introduction?

when i am done saving the world
who will save me?
if i sit there and watch you die
who will be there to watch me?