Sun Thoughts;

Sun Thoughts;

What must it be like?

What must it be like
to discover the world
you would create
is a world which can never
be?

What must it be like
to wake one morning,
to find the shattered shards
of your dreams strewn across
the frigid winter linoleum?

What must it be like
to find the dream
dashed by the reality
of the dream?

What must it be like
to wake on another morning
and find the serfs of your fiefdom
slipped their bonds in the night?

What must it be like
to observe one's self
in the mirror, to find -
not robes of confidence -
a mind swaddled in garments
of inadequacy?

What must it be like
to face the realization that another,
a weaker one, is the stronger
glue that binds the parts
of you?

What must it be like
to learn incontrovertibly
what you would create
rejects your creation completely?

What must it be like
to succumb to the awful silence
of the command your voice
once commanded?

What must it be like
to learn you have no more, no less,
power then those subjugated
by your tyranny?

What must it be like?

What must it be like
to be unable to corral and cow
the ones who learned to question?
Questioning, to leave, leaving,
to never throw a backwards glance -
what must it be like?

What must it be like
to suddenly see the reality
for the dissolved illusions
all the others found years ago?

These, more, the errant equivalents
to the backwards glance tossed by the sun
who wonders sometimes;
What must these things be like?

_{(Monday, May 09, 2011 @ 22:17)}