Standing at the crossroads world spinning round and round...
When a Spartan boy reached the age of maturity he was sent on a final test. A trial to earn his right to be a man. The young warrior was striped of all his possesions and sent to the woods to fend for himself for several days. No food no water no weapons or armor. The boy would either perish or emerge as a Spartan Warrior, a unstopable, unequeled killing machine. The very pinniacle of human potential.
I am at a crossroad in my life with in the comming year I will make decisions that will drasticaly alter who I am. I have always known I would die at or around the age of 33. That day is coming soon. But I wonder now is that a physical death or a symbolic one. Could the death be the Death of the boy I have been and the emergency of something greater.
Much like the spartan warrior I feel as though I am being tested. In the course of a year everything that defined who I am has been taken from me.
The home I lived most of my adult life in was sold out from under me.
My car, My mustang 5.0 convertiable that represented so much to me. My speed, power, flash worn down beyond repair.
The job that was so perfect for me. Sure it wasnt a future but it fit where I was now gone.
My crew. The friends I trusted and loved more then one. The people I knew I could turn to any rime for anything, nothing could come between us all either gone or less inexsesible.
Randy wont return my calls
Adams in a drug induced stupor.
Ericks withdrawn from society
Ben spend 90% of his time with Tammy
I wonder if I needed them If my life was on the line and I needed my boys to have my back, how would I even get a hold of them??
Then the last bastion of my happiness. The path to happiness and a normal life. The girl I loved with all my heart. The only girl I ever loved. Gone taken from me by societial stigmas.
With in a year all those I would have died for found something they decided was more important to them then me.
Now I stand here with nothing. I am forced not to rediscover who I am but to reforge myself make myself something new something greater. But to what end? What form will this metamorphsis take? Will I emerge stronger more determined then ever to lead socity from the shallow self infatuated path it has taken. Will I use my words and intellect to show the world that there is a better way. Will I take the pain caused by Nityas departure and use it to teach mankind that we are all the same regardless of culture or race. Or will I take a darker path and become the scourge of this corrupted society. Will I choose not to shape it not with the pen but to cleave the filth from the soul of society with the steel of my sword. Am I to lead my people to the feilds of Ammageddon and usher in the apacolypse. Or will I simply fail to emerge from the woods.
Darkness gathers all around me
fadding is the sun that shone
but we must speak of other matters
you can be me when Im gone.
I am at a crossroad in my life with in the comming year I will make decisions that will drasticaly alter who I am. I have always known I would die at or around the age of 33. That day is coming soon. But I wonder now is that a physical death or a symbolic one. Could the death be the Death of the boy I have been and the emergency of something greater.
Much like the spartan warrior I feel as though I am being tested. In the course of a year everything that defined who I am has been taken from me.
The home I lived most of my adult life in was sold out from under me.
My car, My mustang 5.0 convertiable that represented so much to me. My speed, power, flash worn down beyond repair.
The job that was so perfect for me. Sure it wasnt a future but it fit where I was now gone.
My crew. The friends I trusted and loved more then one. The people I knew I could turn to any rime for anything, nothing could come between us all either gone or less inexsesible.
Randy wont return my calls
Adams in a drug induced stupor.
Ericks withdrawn from society
Ben spend 90% of his time with Tammy
I wonder if I needed them If my life was on the line and I needed my boys to have my back, how would I even get a hold of them??
Then the last bastion of my happiness. The path to happiness and a normal life. The girl I loved with all my heart. The only girl I ever loved. Gone taken from me by societial stigmas.
With in a year all those I would have died for found something they decided was more important to them then me.
Now I stand here with nothing. I am forced not to rediscover who I am but to reforge myself make myself something new something greater. But to what end? What form will this metamorphsis take? Will I emerge stronger more determined then ever to lead socity from the shallow self infatuated path it has taken. Will I use my words and intellect to show the world that there is a better way. Will I take the pain caused by Nityas departure and use it to teach mankind that we are all the same regardless of culture or race. Or will I take a darker path and become the scourge of this corrupted society. Will I choose not to shape it not with the pen but to cleave the filth from the soul of society with the steel of my sword. Am I to lead my people to the feilds of Ammageddon and usher in the apacolypse. Or will I simply fail to emerge from the woods.
Darkness gathers all around me
fadding is the sun that shone
but we must speak of other matters
you can be me when Im gone.