The Crossroads

How can you live

knowing and feeling

your life you could give

to something of meaning?

Lemmings off a cliff

you all run together

to a contemptible dream.

As birds of a feather

you could have had clouds

why trade honor and glory

for security's shroud?

Is it all really worth it,

this world you strive after;

so fleeting, so shallow,

earning nothing but laughter

or perhaps a sad tear

from great men long gone

or the souls of your children

who wait to be born

to the same life you're leading:

weak comforts, small pains

In ten thousand years

it will all be the same

One sad existance

the same hollow shell

why won't you admit it:

"Normal is hell!"

To throw off what's accepted

to finally believe in

yourself or

something more than wealth, food or semen

that awaits you out there

if you open your eyes

out of your trance

of fear induced lies

planted by a self

that cannot seek more

than home, sex and wealth

that's rotting your soul

while burying your diamonds

of dreams under coal.

I'm wasting my time;

choose your own road.

You could walk the line

or take the hearth and the

home.  I've forsaken;

I stand out alone

fighting for glory

love, faith, dreams and thrones

upon which sat men

the world still remembers

Though their fires long gone

by the light of their embers

I'm finding a way

to my own place among them.

Will you join me or stay

here without risk, without glory

or come with me to face

all the world's fury

to battle for dreams

over mountains and valleys

and in falling for honor

find life.. everlasting?