our meanings come from choices handed down
by those who built the towers and raised the sky

the folk who farmed the fields and filled the town

who'd made the horrid trip and did not die

their long hope was back to lost home to fly

but all the horrors made their footsteps slow

while home was lost in the far eastern glow

they had their duties ( Read more... )

 what choices made by those who cannot trust
the common way or ordinary mode
we leave them be to do those things we must
in order to secure a safer road
for those without the wit to know the code
but ready still to answer when we call
we do not want the foolish to appal
but all things take their own time to unfold
we leave it to the madman to stand tall
and ( Read more... )