Voices
by
Robert Dominguez Jr.
January 3rd, 2005
Who decides the lecture, the time without end
When all has been decided, left alone without solace
Creeping through the seams and rearing its view
Concealing within, yet showing mere shadows of truth
I was a traveler left to roam in despair amidst darkness
Till I met a stranger that embodied all that I loathed
He was morose and sullen and uttered when he spoke
Extracting all within sight and hoarding his assets
I fought the urge to render him senseless
While keeping an eye on the company from the rear
A spectacle of conflict both tangible and not
One had to perish, but how do I conspire
Who decides the fate, of a stranger and a thought
Demons that relish in my downfalls no matter how minute
The stranger, the onlooker never aware of the choice at hand
Cripple the stranger or destroy the inhabitant of evil
A glance of cynicism blazed across his brow as if I were a jester
I trembled to conquer the voices and instead conjured laughter from him
The realization of my turmoil was true and a façade to the loathed one
I contemplated enough, why should he fall no matter my dislike
Inveterate procrastinator I’ve been labeled, but this morn is new
Who decides the meter at which to play the tempo
“I,” answered my soul, reclaiming the strength that fortified my being
The stranger shall be spared never knowing the wiser
I was premature to label time without end
I shall go post-haste before any further barrier is placed before me
The stranger has left knowing I am but insane
When the truth lies buried in my mind, concealed from the world
A mere shadow to the aristocrats and serfs that dwell the land
Time has an end; mine has expired by my own actions
All has been decided, yet I am not alone but embraced in light
For I have decided to grasp the reins and bring down the tyrant, insanity.
“Copyright © 2005 by Robert Dominguez Jr. All Rights Reserved."