Edward Romain Contra Mundum

Let us go then, let us fly
Let us cry out in anguish at the sky
Let us flourish, let us burn, as we try
In vain to make sense of what was and is behind

As I sat there amidst little splendour,
Listening to the voice of a mere stranger
Hearing a future fast discussed,
In that tone of such hope and glory which with the future we do entrust.

Communication is overrated!
It chains us, yet we are emancipated,
And I hate it, yes I hate it
Yet I cannot seem to escape it!

I am trouble, I am trouble,
I am grown up (with obvious lack of stubble)
And yet I cling to childhood fantasies
And my mind is a tempest, fury, muddled!

How I long to fight this battle,
Take out my sword! Hear they’re teeth rattle,
Find my place amidst the stars,
Yet can it only be behind these cold restraining bars?!

They speak of a love unconditional,
A fable surely, nothing more?
Am I worthy of a love not rational?
Does life hold something for me in its vast store?

Do I leave it all behind, for a love that is so blind?
Do I take off these robes of glory, for experience instead of story?
Do I force my “heart and nerve and sinew” and smiling leave it all behind for you?
Forgetting all my knowledge that was good and right and true?!

All my life, they’ve taken all, friends and foes alike,
They dominate my every footstep, they stalk
Me like creatures hunting in deepest night,
And with deaths smile, grimace upon me with sheer delight!

I will show them! I will show them all!
Become greater! Brighter! Higher, carried by godlike momentum
Too high, too far, too fast to heed the harpies call,
I shall show them all, and my name shall ring ad infinitum