Micolus the Colossus

At this height of extacy I must linger.

Cosmic glimpse

Once a child
Once small
Once belittled

No one cared
for our speeches of freedom
No one minded
Our will to leave

The world was large
Grand and beautiful
Together we reinacted its beauty
Together we painted it
With our minds

We dreamed of a time
Wherein we were equal
To the greatness of this world
We made plans
We envisioned sights
We dreamt dreams

Of this majestic world
Of which we were all mere spectators
Of how it all would once be ours
Forever

Through the years we acquire
Strength and Soul
Tools to conquer
To cultivate
And we dance through life
Freely

But then
Something strange
Something hauntingly
And poetically
Beautiful

The men, once so great and strong
Appear weak and immoral
The laws, once so just
Appear bars in our iron prison
The Nation, once so grand
Appears a weeping mother
A helpless creature

For all is small and futile
To the hubris of mankind
To the demigods of the earth
And to their wicked hive







ooh the river flows