Some stories need to be told.
I’m not saying this has to be an ode…but you need to recognise the path we are on.
We were miles away, deep in to something bleak and unforsaken.
Such strides have been made, objectives surpassed, promises fulfilled.
We must be close now, surely?
I have nothing beautiful to offer.
But, my honesty and truth? It will have to suffice.
When we get there, if we get there
You’ll understand how worthy this will be.
I’ve made too many sacrifices in the name of my own delusions.
But the world we’re approaching, it will give us our honour, integrity and purpose.
We can reclaim what is owed to us only if we have the courage to seize it.
For opportune moments are only grasped by the righteous.
But wait, hah! I’m getting ahead of myself. Woe betide, we will self-destruct if we follow these traits.
We have belittled ourselves for too long. Believed in a transformation that arises only out of luck and leisure.
But this path that we stride on, relies not on hopeless devotion or desperate pleas.
For when we arrive on that evergreen hill and the gateway beckons us in, we will be released from this world of resentment and recklessness.
From a world that prizes it’s destruction as something pure and organic.
“Here he goes again”, they say, “chasing falsehoods and foolish dreams”.
But I did not squirm my way through the Lancastrian workhouses to tell you this. Nor did I swim through the murky Celtic seas to face your scorn.
For when my journey is finished, we may not have our truth.
An alternative will be offered, with a chance to return to our youth.
We’ve all seen our reflection, but none of us know what we look like.
Could we right our wrongs and restart our failed chapters?
Or will my path end like all the others, in a dark but final rapture.