Till We Meet Again

With a sad sigh
I say goodbye to the world of spoken word
As my imagination dwindles
And the flames of my ideas burn out
Their ashes blown through the wind, riding the breeze
I stare as the light of my glory ends
I lay down the pen that had the power to make universes
I renounce the potential of creation at the tips of my fingers
After choosing my own road and leaving a trail
Instead of following the ways carved and walked by many
My journey ends where it started
An ill lit room where the darkness at the bowels of humanity is set free
The ideas suppressed by the conscious mind are released
Where the beings lurking in the shadows come to light
Shone upon by the ethereal glow of the fading Sun
Symbolizing the end of my day
And when the mist clears tomorrow
I'll wake up in the same room, sleeping in the same bed
And I'll stare at the unchanged world
My questions unanswered, my troubles unsolved
And I'll say to myself, you had your time under the spotlight
Move back to your place in the shade behind the movers and the shakers
I take my last bow to a non-existent audience
Leaving a silent ovation and a dream in my wake
Till we meet again........