"Arrogance..."
I set foot on the train tracks, the very
place I was forbidden to
go,and I was
terrified. What's a boy to do, when his
curiosity abounds, and the faint and haunting sounds, taunt a
tireless youth to step up to the confession booth, where not
a single thing adds up, and a guilty verdict's met by
some wandering fool's bad luck.
Open the gates to a stranger, as in the eye of God he was all
he could be; Himself, Unafraid and blindly defiant, young,
abrasive, yet soft, pliant. He had served his years , and his
God had not lived those days, those hours, those
minutes, those seconds. His God had not tasted those drinks,
and kissed those lips, He had
not tried on these clothes, or watched the countless number
of doors close, he had not noticed the pair of eyes shedding
tears with every death witnessed, the pair of feet, unfailing
and reliable, the pair of hands, curious and calloused, or
the memories longing to be told as tales,
again and again for centuries.
Arrogant Boy, Love yourself so no one has to.
And when they lock the gates
before you, Find a way to climb
them...
