The sky has turned once more...
I do not sense the heavens nor the gods
Their presence no longer surrounds me
Their thoughts are no longer in me...
 
I track down all that i once thought as true...
I trust the reason I am not with you...
I search inside the soul...
Not sure what i am to see
 
Those rippled clouds of deserted lives
As each one passes, seeming lovely, right by
I look up at it, as the gods may of looked down on me
I do not rise...yet do not sink...
 
Where is this place,
This place I am?
Who are these people, theses feelings I have
What use are they, if only die
If only to hurt?
What use is this life if only to be broken by it?
 
I sense the Gods have left this my choice
Theses are my people, and i have no other voice
No one to comand me, any longer...
I control them...with my silver spoon...
 
Sight, I had...
I saw "Them" once...
They looked at me, as I looked at them
They said "Do not worry, for life is not all but damned"
They told, softly...I am nothing but a man...
 
A man...I asked Them
I asked with such Guilt
As if I had a choice,
As if i was not like Them...
 
They Only replied with a snicker and sigh
Their hand touched my shoulder...as if saying good-bye...
 
Now Here I stand, one foot on the other...
Here I call, as the winter does not come with
The storm shall only rise...as my name is called out...
This is their song...Their pray for my doubt...
 
I did not choose, for it was given to me...
Told nothing was I but to deliever the defeat...
The Gods are gone...for man has alreaedy one...
So I drift here...all alone...
 
__A Sign__
By: Jason Rodriguez     6.27.04