The ConjurerPhilosophy
04 Aug 2015
I stand looking upon the old fortress of my youth
Knowing the sadness and love
I've had with tears bursting from my eyes
For true joy has entered my heart
For the one who barely remembers me
The clouds cover my world but I am happy
True joy that revels in us
Even when we are brought to the depths of hell we hate
I've become a sage with dust covered eyes
Preaching life when others never heed my words
For they are livestock and I am the whispering words of reality
If they could only take the blinders off
Could they be free in a world with no limits or fear.