Reveries

Touches a bit on the facade of every day life and a bit on the acceptance of ones dark side but its not up to me to decide the meaning that is for the reader

The great wheel spins and the drum beats upon a new day. So the masses like lambs rush forward into that daily slaughter of spirit. In these crowds of weary faces and plastic smiles stands the few who dare ask "who am I". Those who boldly push past the endless repetition of the many. They are those who fly high to the heavens knowing full well they are the devil. As night falls they are the ones who may take solace in the truth within the silence and reveries of tomorrow.

Author's Note

It is a free verse poem so I know its not following any rules. Id love to know peoples thoughts on the actual work not minor mistakes like grammar.