Release

Release

by dan ankers

Time crawls by when you’re young, lonely and sad

And your worst forever dreams

are to lose everything that you’ve had

and the moon

and the sun

seem like beacons touting destiny

but laugh out loud at your attempts

to make anything meaningful happen

And you wait for a curtain to draw

to reveal it all

to you

but you can’t see

you can’t

you’re only alone

and you stew

Clouds whisper and burst

they do

though slowly

if you watch

and if you listen to them sing

quietly

and if you recite this into your pillow

your will to change shall grow

undeniably

And a long lonely night is this world

for our hero

the one

whose muffled cries

rage

with undisclosed passion

wisdom

and truth

...though always still waiting on that curtain to draw...

you may have missed them

but no.

not now.

this world, it IS them

and that curtain was a ruse

and the past it was a game

and this world is revealed

to be contained

within a single droplet of one single, tiny day

Now is the time

as the marchers begin to ascend

and swell in their uncontrollable rows

to unforeseen heights

for the hero to show

what everyone has already known, deep down inside;

that this world is alright

And their sin, it twas only a blight

a mere trick of the lighting

of an unspeakable

fright

Moreover hereafter

this world shall be filled with laughter

And we shall know, it was never evil or good that we were after

or even a glorious place to lay our heads and die

only to rise again

No.

The only thing that’s ever mattered,

was how we treated our kin

and our kin IS and WAS everybody

in the WORLD

Now, let’s

BEGIN

For if fear drives us

then it denies us

and we are beasts within caves;

willing slaves

to the torrid and terrifying whims

of the darkness

and the shadows

and the winds

That is how it is,

and thus it has always been.