A MAN AMONG COWARDS

Is it only me who is bitter?

Or is it the world which leaves a taste so sour,

That the soul revolts with disgust.

When this quest shall end,So shall I.

On a desolate and forgotten island

Do my fate and fortune contrive against me.

"Thou shall outlive thy agony",

They shout with joy,And I watch, crucifixed, with open eyes

That see darkness and beg for mercy.

I have wings hidden beneath my values,

But are they too weak to take flight?

Burdened and mutated beyond recognition,

My wings are no more, no more am I.

And yet, I live and breathe and dream and expect to find my place under the sun.

Call it foolishness if you will,

But this is what I do,

I paint pictures which your eyes don't recognise.

Far far away from here,

Beyond the seven seas,

And beyond the land of dreams,

I had once set out to conquer my fate,

But my fate conquered me instead.

Acceptance has become a part of me,

And yet I struggle in my chains,

Trying to shake off these bondages,

Trying to fly free, to fly away.

I dare to stand and wage a war,

Mutilated as my heart maybe.

In a land so hollow

That the earth buckles under it's own weight,

I have taken a thousand careful steps,

But no more,From here I throw away my compass,

I shall go wherever I want to,

Beyond my need, beyond my pain, beyond my wish;

And at the end of the day,

When the sun is no more,

I shall be what I had set out to be,

A man among cowards.