Aching for something you can not feel
Your heart is bound in chains and steal.
A delicate thing must not be knocked
So life has taught you to keep it locked.
Forgetting your treasure, you learnt to be
And in the midst of self, you lost the key.
Searching frantically, looking for it near
For truly it must have always been here?
You think, “Perhaps my knight stole it away.”
But the seasons wither, and the years decay.
So dies your hope, your belief in fate
And doubt replaces them, the longer you wait.
You think, “Perhaps there never was a key.
Perhaps such fortunes are not for me.”
True, not everyone will have the chance
To set fires ablaze, and watch gold dance.
“But the stories, the elders, it was foretold!”
You scream to the sky, as you fill your stronghold.
You fill it with the plunders that have defined you
And collapse, breathless, amongst a glittering view.
Looking beyond the silk of your local nebula
You feel the magic drain, your treasures secular.
You wonder is it selection? Conformance? Chemistry?
But you can feel the tears fall, overwhelmed by perplexity.
You dare look down to the pool in which they fall
And in the reflection, is your future eternal.
You. Alone. You’re born alone, die alone, live alone.
Thus creeps the sting of rage, for you should have known.
You saunter back, unaccepting of your fate
And push past your desire to envy and hate.
But back in your hold, amidst your horde
You remember the vast treasures to be explored.
How long, you wonder, had you been gathering?
How far, you wonder, had you been travelling?
And while you do not remember your endeavour
You sit in awe at chests that go on forever.
All contain within, the heart of another;
Your childhood friend, your sister, your mother.
Spinning around, losing yourself in the collection
You stumble over them, and fall in every direction.
But at the last moment, someone catches you there
Gives you their key, and tells you they’ll share.