"Oh you people," I call to the living
"Why do you lament so"
"There comes evil, it is thriving"
you answered, though
I think good may be hiding
so I'll search to and fro

"Oh you people," I call to the living
"Watch now as I go,"
"I'll find the good you're craving,
under earth, sea or snow,"
"I'll return to end your crying,
this I swear I know"

"Oh you people," I call to the living
as I search near and far
my journey is not ending
at what I thought was par
"But I made a promise I am keeping,"
I said to no one there


"Oh you people!" I call to the living
"I know not where I am!"
I said it was you I'm saving,
But I am lost, a sham
But you are far away, unhearing
Out here I am a lonely man

"Oh you people!" I call to the living
but you never hear my plight
yet what is that I'm seeing?
In the distance is a light
Now my hopes are ever freeing
a smile is my right

"Oh you people!" I call to the living
"I have found what you may seek!"
"There is good here, I have found it!"
"Though now I am old and weak!"
They hear me, their faces lit
they hear me as I speak

"Oh you people," I call to the living
as they come seeking water and bread
"thank you," they call through the building
their towers high and red
Finally done is my purpose
I find peace once I lie dead.

There inlaid was a nightmare
a filler of dark, of cold
the boy dreamt alone and sought nothing but sleep
but in that sleep what dreams came were not
what he asked for

Not at all

There inlaid was a terror
a fear of stark, of utter horror
the boy knew what was coming and sought nothing but to stay awake
and in that wakefulness what thoughts could come were not
what he wanted

Not at all

There inlaid was a sorrow
a chestpain so deep, so undying
the boy knew what was true but wanted nothing but for it to be a lie
and in that cringe a revelation came that was not
what he expected

Not at all

There inlaid was a fantasy
with wings so broad, so full
the boy knew that here he could win every battle and take every stride
and in those clouds he would never fall
or falter

Never, not at all

So after each nightmare and wakeful terror
whenever he would cringe for pains and hearts never stolen
the boy allowed himself to find false strength
in a fantasy perhaps but reality enough for him to stay
himself, a boy
and so in that thoughtless space where he always found bright clouds
as opposed to the dreams and thoughts inside and around him
where there were only shadows

The boy flew.