Fickle and Afraid
People born unequal is a matter of life,
The seeds of despair are set to ripen beneath the full moon.
Arrogance flourishes from the talent of the few,
Oh how they stand so tall and watch great flames over small mountains.
Your great starlight showed me a path,
I thought I could see myself in the mirror of your eye,
I see now that you are who I wished myself to be,
A god amongst men is blind,
He who can understand himself fallible and fickle.
An image of a man forms from the dripping of paint onto loose soil,
Don’t disturb the rocks.
Shattering glass flickers a burning wick amongst great candles,
The few sit daunted by fate,
What they cannot see blinding what they can.
The reflection of themselves melting,
Scattering vibrant shades of grey,
Fickle and afraid