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My Pedestal
I sit here, alone on my pedestal
surrounded by light and darkness
looking for reason I find none
overwhelmed by myths and misconception
midnight reasonings fall gracefully to knowledge
and vice versa in times of loneliness
as I sit here on my pedestal,
wobbling left or right in reasoning of innner solitude
wallowing in knowledge from past generations
I test it against the knowledge of today's society
my fellow brotherhood, I quest for answers
but from you I'll find none; as I sit uneasy on my pedestal
from you society, I ask for true meaning
the meaning of life, the essence of my being
my safe haven has become a place of turmoil
I can no longer hide
within my inner masquerade
my shell has broken
as I look around me I see those who suffer
part of me wants to reach out
while my outer voice remains silent
my brain, my heart, my soul, turns and bursts with ways to comfort
but I can't answer their cries
eventhough I feel their pain
my voice is muted, while my soul wails
and so frustration bites me at every turn
my own answers I can't find
while I wish to help others
I seek to say to them what needs to be said
even though my answers can't come from them
I wish to help society, as I loom on my pedestal
footsteps melt into the snow, distant memories and emotions flood back into recollection
as I stand here, on my lonely, shaky pedestal
humbled by humanity
not because of a sick humiliating event, but out of respect for fellow man
and even though they spite me, I will still love them beyond past crimes,
but the icy pain still remains
like a nightmare that won't go away,
a memory burned into my essence,
but yet I forgive, while yet I live in this pain
that I try to let go, but often is easier said than done,
a cliche yes, but true in this sentiment
and while I feel alone, I will reach out to those I can
and try to help them from their seemingly helpless state
I will reach down within myself, into my heart, and look past pain's stains that adorn inner walls
and one day, peace will be restored,
pain will go away, and old things past
old pains will be used for new found peace
and we will all laugh and cry with happiness
love will grace every hill, peace will be its sister
and we'll all be united together in one beautiful agonizing moment of finality
I sit here, alone on my pedestal
surrounded by light and darkness
looking for reason I find none
overwhelmed by myths and misconception
midnight reasonings fall gracefully to knowledge
and vice versa in times of loneliness
as I sit here on my pedestal,
wobbling left or right in reasoning of innner solitude
wallowing in knowledge from past generations
I test it against the knowledge of today's society
my fellow brotherhood, I quest for answers
but from you I'll find none; as I sit uneasy on my pedestal
from you society, I ask for true meaning
the meaning of life, the essence of my being
my safe haven has become a place of turmoil
I can no longer hide
within my inner masquerade
my shell has broken
as I look around me I see those who suffer
part of me wants to reach out
while my outer voice remains silent
my brain, my heart, my soul, turns and bursts with ways to comfort
but I can't answer their cries
eventhough I feel their pain
my voice is muted, while my soul wails
and so frustration bites me at every turn
my own answers I can't find
while I wish to help others
I seek to say to them what needs to be said
even though my answers can't come from them
I wish to help society, as I loom on my pedestal
footsteps melt into the snow, distant memories and emotions flood back into recollection
as I stand here, on my lonely, shaky pedestal
humbled by humanity
not because of a sick humiliating event, but out of respect for fellow man
and even though they spite me, I will still love them beyond past crimes,
but the icy pain still remains
like a nightmare that won't go away,
a memory burned into my essence,
but yet I forgive, while yet I live in this pain
that I try to let go, but often is easier said than done,
a cliche yes, but true in this sentiment
and while I feel alone, I will reach out to those I can
and try to help them from their seemingly helpless state
I will reach down within myself, into my heart, and look past pain's stains that adorn inner walls
and one day, peace will be restored,
pain will go away, and old things past
old pains will be used for new found peace
and we will all laugh and cry with happiness
love will grace every hill, peace will be its sister
and we'll all be united together in one beautiful agonizing moment of finality