A cool poem about an idea that keeps filling my head, leaving me asking "what if?" |
-Temple Child- by Keaton Foster He sits Pondering What if He knows Understands Very little A nubile creature Truly innocent The schemes He does not need What he wishes What he wants Is as plain as day Right as rain True as all faith The world The one outside He has never seen He knows nothing Of every other existence He knows only of his own In his four walled kingdom There are no idols No tributes to the past There is nothing But bare walls Unfilled spaces Not yet decorated Monuments Never to be crafted Temple child Is his name The only way He has become Identifiable Is because I have imagined him Because I value him And what it means for him To have been envisioned In his clean hands He holds the world Not the one outside The one yet to become He was entrusted by a god Not necessarily the one of man But the one of all creation He was told Outright ordered Hold this sphere of awakening Never allow it to be taken Disregard what is waiting Ignore what’s out there Let the sinners sin Let the madmen dance Time and time again They will make their own mistakes Fools always do as they must They cannot change any of this Only you The one so entrusted The one so encompassed Only you hold such power One day you’ll know You’ll truly understand On that day walk outside Let loose your hand End the reign of man Deliver unto the world The one you don’t know Unquantifiable change Temple child Ordained by the god Of every single creation When the time has come Do what must be done Know nothing of what is meant Only find peace in the idea That you have done What was wished By the one you blindly serve By the one who created you And your four walled kingdom Devoid of any distractions… Temple Child Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. |