We all have the choice,
To lead or follow.
The choice of a follower,
Is who you walk behind,
Who you choose to lead you.
Will they lead you to the path,
Of destruction or fortitude?
The choice of the leader,
Is which path to take.
Left or right,
As the fork comes closer,
A decision your followers await.
One man stands alone,
Not allied to a cause,
A leader on his own,
The one man left alone.
A black path stands before him.
Winding is this new road,
And the loner starts his journey,
In the darkness of the unknown.
He walks to find the light,
To find a sense of right and wrong,
When he no longer has the will to walk,
Then the man will fight.
In the darkness he makes fire,
But in the light of the flame,
Looks only at his shadow,
For darkness is not banished,
Only pushed away,
Realizing this,
This man lost his will to stay.
He saw flashlights ahead.
He saw people he understood.
He found a man broken in blue,
But did not make him whole.
He picked up the pieces,
And gave the man those.
He said “do what you will,”
But the other man wanted not to be alone.
As the men faced each other,
They were of two different minds,
Yet took the same road.
The man in blue asked as the man walked away,
“Do you really think,
That from any path you have strayed.”
The man walked away,
Leaving the one in blue,
But as the man left,
The one in blue did two.
He would chase the man to the ends of the Earth,
For when the man had started his flame,
The ashes had turned the blue to gray.
This color wavered,
The color changed,
The changed man walked,
Towards the loner,
Hoping one day,
They would be loners no longer,
In this world of disarray.