Lament of Individual Freedom


18

Love walked alone
With a companion of the Self
That wore a heart of pain
In a name, a vacant horizon

Without a descendant line
Love walked alone
Accosted by harsh individualism
Autonomy became an exaggeration

Of running strong without limitation
Love walked alone
With no common goods
Of things to trade from the heart

Life became an anonymous journey
With a lonely middle without reward.

The Black Riders of the World Government


5

Pursuing the horizon
I was disturbed by futility

In all the splendour of the worlds
This is what we became

Making quaint progress
Heeding outdated hierarchies

Yes, I heard a thousand tongues
Calling doom, heralded by economic collapse

There were no soft gardens
In these troubled times

The speed of change allowed
Second travelers with us

Pursing the future was not
The open answers of kind eyes

But a monarchy of sterner kingdoms
Than the Earth had ever known.