Who Remains?

Not all who wander seek to know. Not all who wake choose to go. One by one, the mask does fall, Those who see, hear this call. First, we leave behind the bound, Who tied themselves to earth and ground. For their wants, they scream. Drunk with greed, freedom remains a perpetual dream. Next, we leave the ones who fear, Who will not speak, who dare not hear. For chains made soft with gold remain, Yet still they hold, yet still they reign. Then, we part from those who shame, That teach truth is found in given names. For knowledge bends and twists in claims, Of those who seek mere power gains. We turn away from those who watch The tide, and let it steal their will. As they, who wait on fate to show, Choose death rather than to grow. Now, push away the meek, The ones who search but will not speak. For silence remains a chain, When truth unsaid is truth in vain. The hollow ones fade on their own, Those who seek, yet fear what’s shown. For knowing, yet refusing still to be free, Is worse than…