I am a shadow; a shade of my failings and excesses,
My mind; a perfect blend of lost dreams and would be ambitions,
Dreams that seem like a lifetime ago, Dreams of broken hearts and curses,
Ambitions that have driven me into the village of loneliness and rejection,
Who have I become? What has this place made me?
I am a myth; a story of bravery that never happened,
Tales under the moonlight told to children yet to be born,
Mine is a story of hope and victory, darkened,
Darkened by the wickedness in the hearts of my enemies sworn,
What is my end? Where did I begin?
I am a moment; short lived, never ending and always beginning,
Like a lit candle nearing the end of its days,
A flash in the pan, never achieving but ever believing,
Cast into folly, never to understand the error of my ways,
What is my crime? When is my redemption?
I am nothing; moving undetected in a world that seeks my destruction,
Forged in the battle of ignorance and vanity,
Loving that which is empty, consoled by the arms of desolation,
Because parity eludes me, I have embraced profanity,
Yes, I know what I am; I am nothing.
But then, who is a victor without the scars of battle?
And what is the glory of the pan without the beating of the tinker?
Yes, I may be nothing; my fortunes may have been rattled,
But just like gold that has been passed through the fire,
I have been refined; ‘nothing’ has been refined.