“Freedom walks into the night along a path that dreams of dawn, but there’s a thousand paths within my sight and not one its steps have walked.
Am I asleep? Am I awake? What is ‘I’ or ‘man’? Am I the thoughts inside my head or the lines upon my hand? My head line fades at an early stage, but my heart above cuts deep, and my line of life almost meets my head, almost, almost, meets; lifeline is a double-edged sword, its length may mean longevity, or straining passion, pulling tight upon my breathing chords, the archer’s target in his sight, the bow is poised to roar, for “the arc of the moral universe is long, but it bends towards justice.” Nearby my line of fate starts strong but soon grows frail and weak, cowering beneath my heart, while the line of sun I cannot see in midnight’s blinded dark.
Am I awake? No, I’m asleep! I cannot choose between. The choice I make in nightmare’s ache is to yield to fate, or dream.
I must make a choice! or choice will make of me the object of its whim, the lowest common factor begat in basest sin, a beggar to fate’s mercy, a product of surroundings, whose chronicle will end as soon as it begins.
There is either brutal death in this cemetery of souls or there is boundless heaven in the will to change the world. There is either nihilism or a yet unwritten scroll, a predetermined rhythm or potential for control.
This is the final dialectic: divergent paths converging at a crossroads of their making, independent steps depending on the pace and stride of stroll. We refuse to be left powerless. All else is moral cowardice.
So I walk the midnight trail, and I ask not where I go, for why ask of direction when I asked not whence I came before my time of birth, when I was not ashamed to know nothing, except this: the place from whence I came will be the place I will return when all is said and done and I find my final home.
Now I walk the midnight trail and you must walk it too! Walk beside me, self-conscious of your path ahead of you. Choice is always lonely, but your resolve will hold steadfast, you will dream of dawn and when you wake you’ll have traveled freedom’s path.” - Howie Abel, Dreaming of the Dawn
http://howieabel.org/index.php/2017/09/22/dreaming-of-the-dawn/
