For you, fellow traveler in the dark—fellow searcher, fellow dreamer:
Part I
How long the walk,
and how dark the road!
It makes me think
that my soul is abandoned to itself,
forgotten by the drinking buddies
of a long-gone day,
when I loved a tender tigress
and believed in this hypocritical society.
Damned demons spit their acid
on my wounds,
infecting them with hate for the past
and fear for the future—
yes, because all the wisdom of a man
can suddenly vanish
before two beautiful, evil eyes.
This is the irony of life:
we delve deep into study
only to learn our weakness.
Part II
Don’t you feel the earth’s wind?
It comes to take you
with its hopes and vain glory.
So run—run away from it!
Keep on learning,
keep on searching
the secret that many sought
but none have found.
For there is no supreme secret,
no mystery of life—
it is only human nature
that needs to give itself reasons
where none exist.
Part III
Ages live in words,
and as far as the sky stretches,
so my mind wanders,
there and beyond,
just to sing a song.
“Fool,” you say,
“and useless!”—
but fantasy is what gives
my life its meaning:
something indescribable,
eternal.
I am ready to sacrifice
my entire soul to it,
today and tomorrow.
Part IV
Seated in this dark library,
reading and thinking
by the comfort of a candle,
far from the chaos
of the outside world,
everything seems
ancient and true,
filled with knowledge.
Images rise from the fog of the past—
revivals of moments and emotions
summoned by turning pages;
great men exist now
only through tiny black letters.
Is this life, then?
Are we all born only to die—
to end as empty words
in a dark library?
Do we not see the sun
rise and fall?
Do we not see the stars?
Do we not dream,
love,
ponder philosophy?
Why then are we not gods?
Why should we not
seek the secret reason
for walking upon
this ball of mud?
Part V
Tear up the book of gods!
Give your people a new hope.
Bring onto mortal soil
a spark of heaven
that immortals hoard for themselves.
And if demons with their fires
threaten still the world—
then take with you the oceans
and unleash their power!
For man was not born
to bow in darkness,
but to rise in fire,
to dream, to love,
to shape the future with his hands.
Jason R. Forbus