January 18th, 2014


not who you think


Dropped from the highest tower
Tumbling clumsily, he descends
Thoughts of a bleak future darken his vision
Dejected and alone, he accepts his fate

A golden sliver of brilliance
Shook from his fog, his heart stirs
An illuminated landscape looms in the distance
The beacon of a new day greets his tired eyes

Strength finds him once more
His heart rising with the sun
Impacting the soft soil, earth settles
He stands a man anew, herald of his own fate