I inhale the pain, laugh it all up inside.
I have no need for fleeing, no urge to hide.
This is the way my card was dealt-the way in which i confide.
Seeking transmuter of energies, active changer of destinies.
Always standing alone as one yet carrying this knowing as none.
This blessing, this curse i bare permits moving freely.
Never to close the hole in my soul by my own hand.
To fill this gaping void is helping those needy.
Let them see the light-crave it greedily...
Alleviate their loneliness with someone to understand.
This is just me-ready to lend a hand.
Some want money, some cradle greed.
My soul reaches out to fill another need.
Few are ready to recieve the truths which i concieve.
I make it my game-my way to stay sane.
See them sorted by kind, seek those of similar mind.
I expect to find none-always trying to impart knoweledge to some.
This is my secret to beating life, my hidden gun.
I expect it to atleast resonate with some.
Am i the only one?
So alone i am, floating in the sea of sane.
Always ready for rejection-sometimes i get re-labelled for blame.
Sometimes i am lucky, i give thanks when meeting others in my game.
People, real people, understanding and willing, making the play worthwhile.
Yet i do not cry when i see none, few have what it takes to carry the light gun. Few know the power they carry inside, food for false prophets-fallacies in which they confide.
So ever readily im racing in time, this is my game, i do not hide.
So i follow the follies of fate, carrying the key to killing hate.
Everybody's got a choice-this my voice.
Everyones got a meaning-this my reason.
Churning abhorrence of confusion-makings of those i approach.
In times where trampling truth is fun-how to reproach?
Maybe all of this will make sense if i shouted any of it out loud.
Properties of the next challenge-just another shroud.