The Spirited Me
If the future is set in stone, and my life is but an old short story,
chiseled into the Rock of Ages;
firmly cemented in the depths of Time,
then who am I that verily trods upon this spinning earth?
Who is that me? Who is it that quickens with each and ev’ry step?
Who is it that gallops along beside the fiery shadow of Death?
Who am I that giveth life to this age-old story?
The story – like a road as it layeth down before me.
Who am I? Oh, who am I? If you grind away my features?
Who am I that hesitantly gropes for words like long-lost treasures?
Who am I? Oh, who am I to tell a tale not meant for measure,
who animates The Hero as he plays me with such pleasure?
Who? Well, I know who I am! I am He, and He is me.
He is fame, and I’m His glory. We are altogether free.
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As it is written in stone, He and I shall walk alone.
We will cross the Great Divide
becoming One on our way home!