Wayfaring Cognizance

Wind stirs the grey
I Listen to the waves
Dry eyes slipping,
I flutter to the graves

I am the battles never fought
The villains I could tame

My parents greet me
With faces my own age
Sharing all that’s precious
Free to turn the page

I am the love I could accept
The sinner given fame

The heist afoot
My friends and their cues
We take our refunds
And light the fuse

I am the bards and the sages
The dreams I knew by name

The God-shaped hole
Where I fasted
Finally found a name
Written, casted

I am the hero of a dying man
The one to take his shame