An inebriated mind surfs through the past,
Through the days of glory, that didn't forever last.
He thinks about people who, he had forgotten exist,
He realizes, the sheer depth of the list,
He then wonders how the distances grew,
And how small acts, over the time accrue,
How he left behind what he once embraced,
For all that he went ahead and faced.
Ignorance is bliss, he was taught,
Just another proverb, he must have thought.
It was something deeper that he sought,
Waiting for that one perfect shot,
To bring the rest of the world to a naught,
Busy devising one perfect plot,
But God knows when, time ran out,
This ignorant man, now caught in a spot,
He'd have done it all, at least for them,
He didn't, and they have the right to condemn,
But he wishes he could ask,
If this were indeed a Herculean task,
"If I could not, why didn't you,
Why should it always be me, to see it through,
I do not complain, Cause frankly I do not care,
I raise this antepenultimate peg, to the souls we were,
To those who complain, I don't stay in touch,
And even if I do, It's not much,
To you, Old friends of mine, and our dilapidated touch,
This penultimate one, might not mean much,
But this secret I must concede,
Before my senses recede.
The spark of the rebel you once knew, has now faded away,
A loner was born, on some God forsaken day,
Forget me, It would not mean much,
Our lives, they rarely cross as such,
I'd cut it short, And raise this last one,
To what we did, and what is done,
If we ever meet, I would meet like a friend,
But for now folks, this is the end".
He has closed the story for now,
But I would not let it happen, I disallow,
Fuck the world, I never left his side,
And buy the laws of brotherhood, he must abide,
Forget the crowd that, for him, cheered,
Liked his words, loved his beard,
A young stooge stands in the mirror,
To him, he must retell, the truth bitter,
How man was meant to wander and chase,
And time and again, put on a new face,
He must guide him through this journey so rough,
Teach this young boy what it means to be tough,
He needs to put together a plan,
For the last one of his clan,
His own reflection, people guess,
Out of their coldheartedness.
What they think, would never matter,
I must serve it to them on a platter,
That man in the mirror, you'd never see,
What happened next, let it just be,
Nothing changes much, you are what you want to be,
Neither did I, nor did HE.
