The soles of those worn, aged but not forgotten
Lay across a crest of steps, dusted, anew
Awaken and descend through a mist of muddle
To walk the Earth with fire in mind's eye

See now, a fleeting grace of inspiration
Dissipate into narcotic release
And through the haze he stands, so close and far
A window to this shuttered world

Does he reach for what we all must find?
The artificial light to fill empty destinies
Or a soul to complete what has been given
The balance between what must be, and what can be