Your name ignites a whispering hope.
Moonlight white bathes the scene-
Perfection in the nighttime glow.
A setting; mysterious, but serene.
Something right turned out wrong.
A decoration not for display,
But instead for target practice.
True violence masked as play.
Morning disaster unobserved-
The realization cold.
Lessons sometimes cannot be learned.
The truth gets hard to hold.
Electric flames lead the way,
Paving a road in humming light.
Which way we go I cannot say,
But we’ll end in the depths of night.
A voice heard on high
Signals those who are below.
More audible than a sigh
With words coming slow.
There is one weapon above the rest:
The power of thought and a persuasive tongue.
Most would overlook it as the best,
But there’s a reason we start off young.
My destination remains unknown
While everyone else knows where to go.
And it seems I’m always on my own,
But I find it’s better not to know.