2011/12/14

Rebirth - 2011/12/14

Wisps of treacherous flames
Glimmer in those weary eyes
Interest is the fresh matrix
From which fresh ideas arise
So inside the blizzard rages
Battling only to extinguish
The idea which shall deliver
Hope that transcends english

Chords of a symphony chime
Freeing my ears from a cage
That sought to deny license
To proceed to the next page
It infected the water I drank
Which contaminated air around
Forcing my soul to the brink
Of death without even a sound

Today I celebrate the freedom
Found in something beyond new
When one realizes there are
People alive who have a clue
This is the tale I shall tell
To the ones I stranded behind
As they cannot follow me now
As they are trapped and blind

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