GREAT SOUL IN MY COUNTRY 2 © 2008
On turning the last page, i find myself in a blank space,
Sitting on a bench, where the silence is candid.
Does someone see me? That is the question that consumes me,
Internal, without answer, merely an unnamed existence.
I will never say it, for if I do, I will be lying,
Or perhaps eternal, trying to discover,
That I was not just a fool laughing,
In a desperate attempt to perhaps evolve.
Before the full audience, what am I without the idea?
What remains of me, if there is no more to ignite?
The vision is clear, but blind in its own way,
All that remains is the echo of this strange blindness.