Will you be the leader of the broken?
Of those lost souls with cracked hearts and minds?
Will you see the day the monkeys drop their bananas,
and raise their flags?
I have traveled long and far,
seen merchants sell their false wares to naive children.
Yes I have seen the broken,
rise from their graves of doubt and rebel.
Will you have a good wolf and a bad wolf,
constantly trying to destroy the other?
Which one will you feed?
I will feed the one I know you will see at the end of the road.
When are you going to say,
when you need to bellow from the depths of your liquid soul,
filling the cracks and tears in your glass heart?
Addicted to the tears and tears I must remain.
Stained on my hands the blood must dry,
working towards the goals you will accomplish.
Will you reach the heavens you scribbled about in your notes,
those aimless days in class when the spring called out for adventure?
I have battled dragons and demons on days like those,
swinging my shining sword at the fogs.
Will you tell me more?,
for I need to be like you.
No, not now. I need to conquer the great beyond.