A Trail of Light

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We are batteries fixed with a time bomb.

Let the pure fire of life burn itself out

That comes from the explosion with a sad song.

And let the dead preacher shout out loud.

 

"Careful! Men of the glorious world.

Of varied color, creed, and sect

"Thou shalt not" is the talk of old-

And 'Do Not Resist ' is a lazy act.

 

Thou shalt know what you must

Thy suit is not what you trust-

But a carnal mixture of carnal things

That holds the music but does not sing(s)

 

you must have felt the sensations sublime

When time played the deadly rhyme

For when I am not, what does it worth.

Senseless , tasteless and meaningless mirth.

 

Don't forget, what will happen to you

Your dreams in coffin and their ghosts too

Just like puffed up  bubbles in the air,

You must burst out and disappear."

 

With the candle's might, enlightenment overpowers

Shakes even the most mean-spirited souls.

And the hot wax sticks to its ground

Until the preacher fades away with his sound.

 

Behold the trail of light that vanishes away

Some follow it, now panted, choose to stay

Where mediocrity lingers and fools them around

Slaves ride king's horses with illusions surround

 

One of them says that the preacher was good

And his knowledge was immense; he was never rude

There he lies happily sleeping with the worms

Crowd astray, numb eyes, go to their homes

 

They get lost in the food and sensual pleasures

Time's ticking, but who has the time to measure

Preacher is a lost story and his truth like the sun-

Is drowned in the forever night of the ocean.