The Road and the Crown

And i set out on the road
that looks like that of hope,
to halfway realize its lined with
bitterness and envy, pain and death
hate and mystery, blood wealth.
To make my own i have lived so far,
seen loveless souls drive life's car.
At a young age tired and distraught
of the people and places and humanity lost
to see the innocent get choked upon.
If there was a remedy i would have tried
helped the innocent walk, maybe fly.
But then in their cause i went down,
so hard, was difficult to find my own.
And now that road looks empty again,
with someone else trying to make their way.
I call after them and warn them loud
but they seem dazzled by the fake crown.
As i watch them disappear in the distance,
some falling halfway, the others further down,
no one completes the road or wears that crown
in flashes of lights and tinted green shades
with mirrors lying while their beauty fades.
I ponder once again on their cause
and this i realize is not my war.
Its a war of the ages, of power so cruel,
a war to prove, to stamp their rule.
Seeing this i set my sights on that road again,
with will as my companion and
fate my final destination.
As i walk i pass the fallen,
their twisted hands, their broken legs
their lifeless eyes, their empty souls.
I still continue on that road now feeling faint
all around i here their voices quake.
They warn me, as i had them before
and watch me a little further than them go.
I keep my lane and walk way ahead,
not giving in, not heeding the crowd.
As i look ahead the beautiful crown I see
just to realize this place i had already been.
I look around and at the end of the road i stand,
it was the same place where, I, my journey began.