They do not know the essence of you as I do.
Why are their prayers a shallow reflection
their ashen grins an empty expression?
Hold them to the flames of your reality
do not let them run from your unbridled fury!
Flash in their faces your cacophony of talent
stretching before them beyond their limited visions.
Look not at these meddlesome worrisome foes!
Look to the stars it is there your dream grows!
Look up always and away from the silly sideline diversions
of those who cannot live their own lives
for nothing but fear
holding them to their thrones of idiocy and hypocrisy
martyrdom and blasphemy
let them acquire so dour and sour
the wrinkles they earned through their miserable hours of quibbling and tatting
to infinite hours.
Look to the stars and soar!
You are a zephyr to be certain
you are the man from behind the closed curtain
you are the dreamer awaken