beneath my soles.
A blinding brightness.
It takes its toll on me.
Day after day, a weary restlessness.
I cannot escape the blazing sky!
Oh, how you know I’ve tried.
I journey to the ethereal plane,
Where magic rules and everyone is solitary.
power flows through unseen forces.
My magic travels across the furthest seas.
Oh, but here, there are no seas... no waters.
I am... solitary.
what good does this power bring to me?
What good does this power bring to you?
A feeling of temporary companionship?
Is that all we have left?
life that shallow?
(and can you prove it not so?)
should learn not to fight it.
My own magic has its limitations,
Despite my constant practice.
I cannot control my own destiny...
© 1996-2001 by Joel Mathew Hegberg