Here is the druid, for you he does not care.
Merely observes and questions life, seeking balance in all affairs.
Here is your hero saving all to save himself,
Giving him reason to exist, your joy becomes his wealth.
Here is the rebel, who sees too much and can do too little
His frustration ever mounts, the more complex his riddle.
Here is the angel, who cannot help to cry
His heart absorbs the scars, for all unfortunate, for all gone awry.
Here I am, infinite sense of depth
I know of darkness I know of death.
Dreary, drugged, deranged and disconnected, I have felt, can feel them all.
It’s a spark in your soul that sprouts, when the thunder strikes and rain falls
From your heart, flushed to your fists
Becoming a trigger tightly set, only destroying the one who pulls it.
A seemingly ancient force, only bows its head in piety,
Not to death or birth, but to the omnipresence of infinity.
