He.

He’s got a bit of a god complex
But then again who doesn’t?
He’s the kind that thinks of you
When everyone else wasn’t.

And he thinks he’s at the tip
Of an iceberg that’s melting quick
And if he doesn’t jump, he’ll miss it
He’s honest but he doesn’t know what the truth is.

And he thinks he’s at the edge,
But he’s got a while to go.
And he hopes it’s just a phase or a test,
But these days you never know.
Reality appears,
And vanishes just as quick.

He’ll never be complete.
He’s filling a crater by kicking dirt with his feet.
He’s riding on wheels up a hill that’s too steep,
He’s running from the truth that will put him on the streets.

And he considers speaking out
So much
He can’t keep count
Of who
Think they know
Or know he think’s
When will I -- Will I? -- Can I?
Can I ever be free?

And he tries, he tries, he tries
To look on the bright side of life.
And he thinks he’s at the edge,
He’s got a while to go.
And he hopes it’s just a phase or a test
But these days you never know.
Reality appears,
And vanishes just as quick.

Sometimes
the brightest lights
Have the darkest thoughts,
Burning on this idea that it will light itself,
Like it lights everyone else.
Like it will inspire itself
To look on the bright side tonight,
He lives night by night,
And dies a little each time.

So,
They told him to write a note
Of all the things he hated most,
But he couldn’t find all the words
That could best describe
The hate he has inside,
And it was
All aimed at himself.

They said now burn the note
And watch the ashes float
So he took it to his throat.
He used the subject as the media
And made the act an art.

He left,
Leaving nothing behind,
Letting no one know-
What goes on behind scenes
Of a one man duel identity scheme
He didn’t look back,
He didn't have to.
He was free.


He.
copyrighted 2009 by Theo Martin