Seclusion Thoughts
Awake and moving around I sling
More opportunities a new rise brings,
Same old same o' moving motions seek.
To lush behemoths to decaying sands
A history I birthed I seekth and learned,
The forests and stone have guided my hands.
Will today be the day?
Another day rinse and repeat
To the tune I dance
A lurker in the street.
Around me not noticing
My family and friends
Do they even know me?
Will today be the day?
The day deteriorates around me slow
The moon as too emits the glow,
A wandering dream takes a peak.
By my hand or thine enemy's might
I be felled in throes of war,
Haunted by thy destiny's bright.
Will to day be the day?
Together but separate I dream
A little for luck
But mostly to gleam.
In what is foretold
By many far and wide
What is my future my path?
Will today be the day?
When I lose my battle
In balance for peace
What will become of me
If death I become?
To those around me
Close and dear
Within my heart
Only memories will lie.
If my rage my beast
Breaks free of his shackles
Consumed in blood lust
I'll grow hazy.
Friend or foe
Would not matter
A final judgement
Curtained by my hand.
Will today be the day?
Seclusion a void
Locked away,
To succeed
I must.