Little did humanity know that
not from the filth of their realities
would arise their greatest enemy.
But from behind the golden pedestals
and their own houses he would emerge.
Without a warning or shadow of a doubt
he came like the dust upon your shelves,
the shadow behind your footsteps.

He grew amongst you.
Watching. Waiting.
Understanding more and more
that his hatred toward his fellow man
was true.
He smiled when needing to,
cried to look the part.
But in solace he planned his grand finale
and thought himself a god.

He grew to converse with the crowds.
Learned to sway the mass,
But attention was never what he sought
and the spotlight was his greatest enemy.
So he receded to be forgotten once more.

And with time the people forgot him.
If time heals it also blurs the past
Like a single root he took hold of society
once more.
His words poisoned the ears that drank them,
the world plunged into chaos, war.
He sat back still waiting, for war bored him,
he wanted more. He fled once again.

The world lay quiet, a silent city block.
Whispers, hushed and staggered
echoed the alleyways, the people knew not
where their foe would show next.
They had no face, no name, no man
to point their hatred toward.
But he was long gone.

Man in his paranoia pointed fingers as all men do.
From their golden pedestals,
the place where our greatest antagonist had spawned,
they sent hordes to find him.
They put many to death they thought bore his villainy,
in vain.

From the shadows he scoffed and laughed at the world.
His finale had come to fruition.
And our nameless villain sauntered away in content.
He accomplished all he wanted and with the fear,
though his name never known,
infamy kept his presence alive.
Immortal, fear infected the land.

Last night I fell within myself
therein the shadow found me.
Chasing us from eden
from answers all men must know.
I came across the highest tower
with old and ancient script.
Each brick laid by different hands
each signed by every man to exist.
Within there sprawled the deepest maze.
Labyrinthine with echoed sounds.
I climbed it to the top and found
the answer to man's suffering.
An answer to all lost things.

Here I stand again
as if I never had left
all alone once more

We have so many choices in life
that we forget
how in control we really are.

We live a dying fight
Like warmth from an exhausted fire
We all wane like setting suns
The only question is when

It started with the music,
her love for music carried her round.
And oh how she danced with that tune,
how she swayed like wind amongst the trees.
Her talent grew with her passion
and people came far and wide to see her prance.
Fate finally brought her largest performance,
the world sat hushed as the lights dimmed and curtain rose.
Stepping out into the light she was cheered
she was loved.
Carrying the world on her shoulders,
proving to those watching in awe,
that she was the most magnificent of them all,
the "meilleur des meilleurs".
Her body moved and her arms stretched
and on that night the crowd roared
and cheered forever it seemed.
Because she proved two things,
she was the best in the world
and that she no longer loved to dance.
For she realized she danced for the sake of the end.
She realized she forgot what it was like
to love to dance for herself.

Suppose we were connected,
our minds all one the same.
But we didn't know each others thoughts,
just experienced each others pain.
It wouldn't be anything physical,
we would simply feel our hearts sink,
when someone cried or felt down,
it'd pull our own heart strings.
Well, what would be different?
All sorts of things I think,
we would watch what we do to others,
well aware of our personal link.
Actions meticulously thought out,
customs surely changed,
"walk a mile in my shoes"
could be easily arranged.
At first we'd hurt each other,
on purpose or mistake
but as we grow and change,
new systems we'd create.
War would slowly fall away
as all would feel the loss,
human nature slowly turning
the next step as we evolve.

So suppose you felt the losses,
entertain the idea of feeling despair,
and if you can't then realize
though numb from others it's always there.

Imagine for an instant,
three men and many crates,
a wall as tall as the second man,
and on other side a baseball game.
The first man is the shortest,
the second decent size,
the last man is the tallest,
who needs no box to see o'er rise.
Suppose we gave them equality,
all three men and one box each.
The first man would still not see,
the second could peek yet barely reach.
The third would watch it perfectly,
yet only two men could watch the game,
what a predicament equality is,
when the result is not the same.
Suppose we gave them justice,
two crates for the smallest man,
one for the second,
and none for the tall man.
All three would see the game,
yet equality was not used
It only goes to show us,
how "equality" is abused.
Though all received the same amount,
one could still not see.
So if you truly want to help a man,
give him justice not equality.

or...

IF you truly care for every man,
change the system, flip the rules.
And if you have the chance,
put up a fence in that walls place.
So men of all heights can see through it,
transparent for all who face.

Why do we lie to ourselves.
The times we try to experience "the world"
Is only a lie we play in order to pretend we've seen the other side.
We haven't.
We have only tasted a change in our own routines, that taste just exotic enough to have us believe we have experienced a radical new change.
Our leisure time has become that of self pity.
A new place to have "fun" until the sun comes up.
And when it does we shuffle back to where we came from and advertise our experience to the world.
What a concept.
Have we become so shallow? Have we sunk so low, that we honest to god believe that it means something?
Someday you wake up and it's the last time you think this way.
Some never grow out of it.
I'll surely never understand it.

I've become what i've most feared
But maybe, just maybe, I can fool myself.
Quite possibly I can lie
And trick myself into thinking,
I was this all along.

All we want is to evoke from ourselves
and those around us
our true natures.
The essence of veracity
without the walls
without the barriers.
And therein lies the greatest truth
that no man wants to admit.
We are most truthful when we suffer,
desperation is humanities calling card.
The only way we are able to be ourselves.
What a horrendous lot we are.

When there is infinity,
there is never truly uniqueness.
Perhaps in the moment,
a minor blip in existence.
But an atom in the never-ending string,
is only that.
They say a snowflake is never the same
as the others that fall around it.
For some that is a warming thought indeed.
But they are all snowflakes one in the same.

We stand at the precipice of eventual destruction
tip toeing along safety and danger.
Each man not a waypoint but a door
and within forever, inside infinity.
Diving within and below the collective unconscious  
each man a world unto itself.
Every woman a universe, each child a galaxy.
We found how to open these doors,
shedding light across the bleakness, the ash.
But do we dare see what is on the other side?
Does man deserve such divinity?

Where there is light there is shadow,
caressing all those basking in sweet peace.
Without it there would be no stories
or need for champions or heroes.
Like the gentle ebb of tides,
a pushing back and forth again.
There must be darkness
to give purpose to the light.
We have been fooled to think
there can only be one.

Sometimes it's good to stare
and take the scene in,
holding it close.
The everyday walks,
the everyday talks.
Remember them.
Because these filler moments
and these places you see everyday,
shape you.
So hold them until they are a distant memory.

Man has sought for things he can't have
and what a sad venture it has been.
Clawing for a an end,
fighting for the last chapter,
he has dug for gold he'll never find.
Man deluded himself.
Because this is the way of the world,
the way the clock works or
how the sun shines.
There is a price to all things
and so
the price of man having happiness
is paid
in the end
with despair.