For a time I desired to lead the pack
But not
after I knew the burden
Not
after I learned that I had to stop living for myself
And
start living for a vision
A vision
that possibly only I saw
With my
eyes open or closed
A vision that made leadership scary
One clear picture of a chain
binding to the prison of a possible better future
Built on lashes of bitter sacrifices
Pillared by giving away the possibility of pleasure today for the hope of tomorrow
Hope was the thin thread to hold on to
In the
abyss of power
An endless pit hidden beneath a thin membrane of grandiosity and glamour
And a
dream for a people with many faces
Faces of friendish fiends looking like starving wolves and marauding vampires
The only
gift that kept me human and skeptical of my place
It was a
time for me to die for the birth of the slfless I
Who could live for a people, some of
who wished to lynch me for a little taste of power
Which
they believed was created to quench their lust
What
would happen to my vision?
What
would happen to my hope?
Were the
two questions that tied me to that smouldering altar of sacrifice
Where
flames licked life and love away piece by piece
Depleting my emotions eating away my trust
Strengthening
my resolve to trust in the little goodness in the world
Purifying my hope to shine like pure gold free of all dross
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