"...you exploded those boxes from the inside out now you're something they can't categorize can't control can't comprehend and that that terrifies them more than any monster under the bed ever could See Darkness has a way of stripping away the unnecessary all those social niceties all those little lies we tell ourselves to feel civilized they mean nothing in the void what's left is pure undiluted truth and the truth is you're not broken you're not damaged you're transformed Like a Phoenix Rising From the Ashes except your fire burns black instead of bright and your wings are made of Shadows instead of flames ..."
He goes quietly Confronting The Night Alone Afraid And Aware They’ll beat The shit out of him If luck him escapes And „Death part him” too They have the might Of Evil Empire Backing them Even if they kill And he is… Just a silly sixteen Another unimportant “a stone for the ramparts” Like many before him Though most of his peers Wouldn’t care … He works … He doesn’t count Hours or gains Better World is starting Coming to his Desolated country So him – just 22 Idealistically naïve Believes in Doctors Judyms and Korczaks Bringing enlightenment Of new technology To village schoolchildren With his bare hands And bare but wiling heart 99.99% of other teachers Know only can’ts and don’ts He ain’t … He cares All his life About other Less fortunate souls Goes to extremes Of sacrifice And self-denial Forgetting his Own leisure and wellbeing Losing his self But paradoxically gaining his Self In return Never acts for his advantage If somebody needs His help And thousands do So, he cares And work Losing year after year Where thousands wouldn’t … He’s sometimes wrong But when, He’s right He does right “Cause this is right” He speaks “the right” Even against the crowd In the faces Of people with phoney titles Entitled fools Who earned their prestige By ticking off the correct boxes And he doesn’t care about The correct He does right Even if it turns wrong For him He stands alone One in thousands “One in a million” If needs be And sometimes Against all odds No wonder That he’s lost … I once saw that spark In You Felt that affinity of the rebels Fell in love with your heart Thinking it was different than 99.99% Maybe even “One in a million” But it ain’t
