The journeyman

by Next-tangent

About a D'ni man on his path to glory

Let the words flow,

That's what I've always heard.

But the words never come,

Exactly like you wanted.

Moving through,

My created world,

I see the fissure,

The endless stars.

I wonder not where,

But when I am.

The bookshelf rots,

The pages crumble,

The libraries are shut.

But still the words,

They do not come.

I feel them in every thing,

Except myself.

My humility keeps me in this world,

Tied to it,

Bound by bonds of faith.

I step through the arch,

The feelings fade,

I see my house,

Destroyed.

This is a place I should desert,

It crumbles under my hand,

I can kick it in to oblivion,

And smash it before I see it.

My vision clears,

My feelings change,

My books are safe,

My house is complete.

I sit to write,

I pick up a pen,

The ink flows,

In thin black lines.

I am the journeyman.