Short sighted wanting now Sovereignty today tamed Soaked in it's own eloquence Drowned in it's own repressiveness Gained by stomping out others Destroyer of hope Harbinger of fear The gears roll on Backed into a corner Light pierces this veil How it is used Will be it's new beginning Or it's eccentric yet poetic end. Names I have not given For my words to take form For them to have meaning Formed true in on landscapes In ones own heart, mind, and soul Temper truth with hope What one gets is nowhere fast Temper truth with action Achievements achieve societies wildest dreams What is created What is destroy Stand no significant difference As long as every action has meaning When that fails, so do we all Sharpened to a breath width Hollowed via emotion Is my knowledge buried So close yet so far Close my hand to gain it all Open my eyes to let it fade Counter point to the word smiths form Giving voice to wind So it's time can run away Do these forms compete to gain Their supposed wisdom within The bound of their prescribed fate. - Gregory David Allen (AKA: The Flamesofphx)