What About Our World? (Clark's POV)
DJ Dubois
May 2008
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I sit in shock
Hours have passed
My brain's locked
My spirit gassed.
The night's been full
Plenty of concerns
Issues at me pull
Mistakes me burn
Veritas is gone
Brainiac is fried
Chloe and Lana, the same
Kara's done
To rescue her, I tried
Even as Lex sought to me maim
I thought I did it
I really did
I pulled off the hat trick
From trouble, I pulled us from it
For Lana though
The scale was too great
Her decision, my mind did blow
For our relationship, it was too late
She's recovered
Of that, I am relieved
Safe's my beloved
And happy or so I believed
Her message spoke otherwise
Delivered with cracked voice
Through teary eyes
And with cheeks moist
She said she's leaving
Asked me not to follow
Couldn't risk me meeting
Knowing I'd tell her no
Before I arrived
She vanished indeed
After she cried
Leaving me with a DVD
While she loved me
We couldn't be together
I wasn't free
To the world, I was tethered
Maybe it's Isis
Maybe the threats
Shaking her bliss
Reminding her of supposed debts
What about us?
What about my world?
Why all of the fuss?
That from me, her hurled?
We've loved each other
These years long
Pain did us bother
But to each other, we do belong!
It wasn't just the saves
From the threats
Or the world's raves
No, those aren't my real debts
Others have said the same
My world's beyond here
Bigger than any dame
Bigger than this wheat'd sphere
Lana doesn't understand
She is my world
While the bigger one needs a hand
Around her, my concerns do curl
Here we had a place
Here we could've been content
Weaving a life's tapestry in lace
While love to each other lent
Here I hoped we'd live
Like Mom and Dad
Raising a family with love deep
Just like we had
I wish Lana would understand
She doesn't need to run
When here, our presence does demand
Here's our place in the sun
I guess she's right
To a degree
Maybe I'm being short of sight
My responsibility, I can't see
But what good is it?
Who chose me?
Why does it from me you rip?
Why can't we be free?
The world doesn't care
If this sacrifice, we make
If our lives we don't share
If ourselves, we forsake
Alas, these questions inspire
A fantasy long gone
Now I face a world of stone
Its evil burns in heated fire
Its selfishness me haunts
Chilling me to the bone
Yes, I have the job
I guess I'm one
Of a justice-seeking mob
For you, I'll ne'er from it run
But why can't you be here?
Why can't you share the weight?
Help me deal with the fear?
And enemies' hate?
Your love, I need
Your light drives back the dark
Your hope is the seed
Your purity the spark
Lana, I'll make you proud
I'll serve with pride
Without a doubt
After my tears have dried
One day though
When our debt's paid
And the task's done
I won't be slow
Searching for love most perfect made
And for you, my One