He stood on the unknown
Waiting for his movie to end
He watched the individuals down below
Attentive to how they blended to each other.
He paced the grounds of remembrance
Thought of past mistakes and failed efforts
Dealt with the sour aftertaste in his mouth
And swallowed the pain that crept up within.
He washed his hands in the sea of regret
Sought through the trials he was yet to face
Counted down until the day he would know
Not really looking forward to the path he’d have to take.
He felt the release from his terrible cage
Not in the eager eyes of the wicked crowd
But in the soft smile of a young princess
Having found the light he never knew he needed.
