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Transmutation

Written: FEB 27, 2001

Thrust into a world,
Deprived of dignity.
How far can I crawl?
When others wish me to fall.

Morals learned,
And haphazardly tossed away.
Wishing only to be the better,
The one other’s call man.

Can I still emerge as such?
Change for the better and live.
Life changes us,
But shall I transform to change my life?

A bleak darkness takes hold,
Alas it is reality.
Will it ever cease?
I wish it were so.

No, it shall not,
Thus I must re-determine mine.
Now on the path,
I trek to find peace.

Of mind and heart,
Yet the light fades.
Am I again lost?
Time shall tell.

Loves lost,
And anew found.
Complications threaten,
To drag me down.

Speak my mind
Must I.
For if left unheard,
I shall surely drown.

I walk once again,
Along its banks,
And fearing its rain.
Must I run?

I turn,
Towards its depths.
Others have been there,
May I cut in?

Until I have it,
I must better myself.
Surely then I may
Enter its waters.

I must cause my own
Metamorphosis.
Become a real man,
Finish the Transmutation.


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