this poem is about doing the right thing especially when it is unpopular, because it is unpopular.
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unforgetting what was seen
the future replacing history
a power thief for the people
shadowy soul of the night
i am sanctuary's gaurdian
champion of the dream
if not me, i see nobody
maybe the reason is grief
maybe it is shame
maybe it needs no name
but it stands their either way
the broken now the breaking
an empty space it leaves
i command its retreat
its area that i claim
not as mine, for we
when i step forward
the view is changed
and the world is new again
the return of old friends
muscle memories revert
from frozen roots for feet
potential to move the earth
with more fertile possibilities
i am father, brother, son
i am the birds and the bees
i am the mountains
i am the trees
i am their king
and most of all,
i am nobody
because, if not me
About the Creator
⸘jason alan‽
:::WARNING:::
i am only responsible for what i say,
not for what you understand.
you may learn to be charmed by my [secret‽] discontent,
or you may not.
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