ONE MAN MARCH

A man was marching through his mind. An empty cell to fullfill his time. Long before he traveled lands. He blistered truth with burned up hands. Many miles and waters sailed. Out for nothing and still he failed. A man was marching into space. An endless look expressed his face. This forced impression along the ride. Consumed illusions to take his pride. The need for more to take the fall. Below the belt and made to crawl. A man was marching into lead. He used his guilt to count his greed. A path was chosen and yet not made. Where he's going the lights will fade. A man was marching into fate. Love will fualter and cease to hate. This man that marched and never left. Stood his post to wait for death.