Lonesome Sight

True Loneliness.

The man on the cliff they say 

Looks upon the future 

For his sight reaches everything 

Like the sun’s rays. 

A soul born outside of nature 

Could only explain such a being. 

His eyes are deep and keep at bay 

Future events that he captures. 

The ignorant come to him and offer rings  

for answers, but they must remain away 

For he dislikes any company or nurture.

A long time ago as I am recalling, 

I disobeyed came close and asked to play 

He did not turn and instead said “fortune”

I did not understand what I was hearing 

So he turned and with eyes that were tearing 

yelled with saddened anger “torture”

With fear I ran away for I was a child that day 

But I now understand his words of lecture

he was answering what you’re currently desiring 

And responded to how is it like to see his way.