Gray grass on dry clay dust...
Upon this decrepit land I walk.
I walk away passing hours.
Time slipping with cracking gray blades
And dust drifting from my feet.
This path pains me yet sustains me
So on I travel into the ever present horizon.
Once upon a time the land was good,
I believe it was once called Eden.
But that place is now mere Hope.
The reality still exists but is hidden
From human eyes imperfect.
My eyes see much death and decay.
Cynicism threatens to hold me.
But I fight Him to save myself
And my knuckles bleed profusely.
Wait. I have just lied a little...
I do not fight merely for myself.
I care for those who hate the world.
Maybe this empathy is my true pain.
Not a broken world, but broken people.
The gray dust continues to blow
The wind continues her merciless howl.
And I pause into a gray sunset,
The path of my shadow falling into night.
A world built on clay dust and gray grass
Cannot support those who live forever.
I know this.
However, I believe in an immortal life
Beyond the infinite back into eternity.
Eden is still a reality through Hope
And this grass still awaits the touch of rain.
Though this present course pierces my heart
The sun still shines in the horizon.
As my friends succumb to this worlds' cynicism
May they see me and wonder...
Why walk, oh Horizonwalker?