In darkest times, in furthest recesses of natural light,
My mind has nothing but longing to entertain itself
In memories blanketed by artificial glows
Of times soon left, yet so far away.
These joyous moments, I wish to reach and touch
Hold them once more, and make old and new
Yet I am blind without this man-made light
And I am left to wander this dark void.
Oh what a meek and miserable slave am I!
Trapped in Plato’s cave, with a key of bread!
To see these shadows as truest truths
And deny myself fullest freedom so preached.
In my heart of hearts I know these shadows false
That truth lies in words of ink and knowledge known
That wish to break my chains and lift me up
To see the suns and faces of living wonders.
And yet these truest of truths, they are fools
They cloak themselves in cursed artificial hues
So that they might cast shadows to those still chained
Why must you blind me with man-made rays!
You show me truths of noblest minds
Give me words of purest, wisest wills
But should I reach for these honorable goals
My hands clasp my memories once more!
But no longer shall past haunt me here alone
The future claspes me, and pleads for alms
In exchange for kindness, I am given glorious promise
Of joy and luxury in facetious gardens.
Oh I hear the soothing songs of silk in my ears
The righteous words of the lamb who’s crowned
The chirps and yips of animals from Z to A
And I feel the soil, crafted as if it were mine to give.
How much longer must I toil?
How much longer must voices haunt me
Of glorious paradise which I cannot enter
Must I let myself spoil?
Must I rob myself of blind eyes
Only to see through the gaze of another?
Let my voice echo to any who would hear
Send your prophets, falsified by light artificial
Let them preach wisdom let them speak truth
Convince me of practice that they not partake
Show me the man-made promises that leech on your light
Promise me wonder, offer mud to my eyes
Let my voice echo to all those who hear
My chains will remain, my sight is mine!
Longer must I remain in the dark
Longer must I be without light
For the rays that enter are pure artificial
Haunting my mind, begging for freedom.
