The New

Its easy to pretend that the voices won't haunt me again. I draw a breath, oh how the air is fresh. The morning dew, So beautiful. Everything that is old, Has become new. Its wonderful to be alive, For I can now say this life is mine. This world I have ?nally dominated. I'm better than the rest, For the best are now faded. Only they remember the very few. Not a few. Just me and another, him and I, just us two. Everything that is old, Is becoming something so new. Oh how the days are short. To the callings I no longer make a retort. I circle the last in me, the last of my courage. I look at the remains, the mud from where it had rained. I look at my heritage. This is my town, And this is my world. So I am here. I'm ?lled with glee so I twirl. This is my history. Yet this is a new mystery. What happened here? What once stood, ruling and bossing and betraying and beating Those who only wanted nothing to fear? I feel all the pain, memories, and history run through me. I feel the wind carry me home. I am here and I don't care that I stand alone. Now that that is shone I must say, Something I wanted to say, Day after day. I see the old mixing and creating the new.