The Disguise

The story of wasted potential,

A young man with the power and resolve to attain anything he had envisioned,

If only he would open his hand, grasp the ether and drag it into reality.

If only the moons reflection didn't slip through his fingers,

Like the life force which planted him to his physical form.

To achieve enlightenment it meant he would have to pull out the thorn that penetrated his heart,

A splinter left there from the past that time forgot to heal.

To breathe deeply, clearly. 

The stance of a warrior poet.

Love in his soul and money on his mind.

Corruption calling his name from beyond the mist.

Cover your eyes as you push through the shadows my darling.