Pointedly to thee...

Pointedly to thee I put the question that dawns on me, for why art thou here in this play?  This play in which thou acts, with its never-ending scene of a dream?  A dream of thine own making, whether it be fair or foul is of no concern to me, for mine own play has a story of which it tells.  Yet be here in this scene a moment where two paths meet and strangers as we do, dance through airs and graces beneath our masks that hide our faces.  We share the ritual and fall in line, playing our parts in perfect time, a story we tell for others to read, as we deny ourselves what we truly need.  Truly in truth for all to see there in lies true honesty, a virtue long lost by many it seems, banished only to our thoughts and dreams, in those corners of our darkened mind, we find the people we think so kind.

A vision of thee is for what I search, and why I walk this dreaded Earth.  This world was once a dream so bright, and in that dream there was hope and light, yet here in this day and this hour I find, nothing but darkness that shrouds my mind.  Still of all you sit there and read, what you see in search of some great need, in hope that my words will seep into you, and in those words you'll find something true.  If truth in truth is what you seek, a quest that is bestowed on the meek, if that be true and that's why you are here, then perhaps your truth may indeed be near.

For me alone this is still unknown, for what I seek I can not say, for I do not know in this hour or day, for what I search eludes even my mind, and thus hope dwindles that it I may find.  If truth in truth is what I too seek, then perhaps I can say that I am also meek, it is said the Earth is ours to inherit, but of that charge I question the merit, no-one said where, when, or how this is met, and better still in what state it is beget.  If truth in truth will let itself be known, perhaps in wisdom the path is unshown, an end to be met by a journey so rough, that the thought alone is enough, what is to come can not be shared, perhaps because we would be scared.  If fear is rational in times of woe, and this is a time of this we know, then fear in this moment can be justified, if we fend it off with hope inside.  A path unfurls even now at our feet, the strength to walk is what we need, as mountains rise high above land and sea, our paths cross again between you and me.

We stand together in this moment in time, and play our parts line after line, but soon the curtain will fall to the ground, and in that moment there will be no sound, only a vision of the last path we have left, and in that moment we must be deft, the decision we will make in the blink of an eye, whether to stop or whether to try, in that moment the masks shall fall and our faces we shall bare to one and all, truth in truth is what we shall confront at last, we shall look to the future and forget the past.