It is Time

May 4, 2014

For your eyes only, I'm quiet and quaint

Within my soul, my voice is the thunder that shakes the sky

There's a pleasurable torture I feel from being concealed

What I am, who I am

I am the best kept secret

The world is so open and everyone knows

Mystery is lost and no longer known

I see you

I see all of you and all that you are

I wish I liked what I saw

No kind words no sweet gestures

No sharing of knowledge

No respect

Street littered, sky blackened

Filth and disgust flood the earth and flood your inner being

So content in the mess you made

There is a day coming quick

Where you will find out who I am

You will shake my hand

You will welcome the change

You will lower your high head in disbelief

You were blind

But now you see

Finally I am heard

Finally I am here

Finally

We come together

So close and so ready

Hands held tight

Clear sky

Change has arrived

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