Oblivion

The dust has settled, history was created, the fruits of our appeal to consciousness are now in its bearing season. The dawn of a new era has lost it's luster, life goes on.

For some, its victory. For others, nothing has changed. Yet the majority will say that things have taken a turn for the worse. Everyone is right in their minds, in their eyes. Everyone speak from their hearts...mostly...

However, for people like me, there is sadness, there is disenchantment, there is a loss of purpose. You see, we put our hands to the wheel, we openly took no side, we questioned the establishment, we asked the hard questions.

We made enemies on all sides...

Now its time for us to be returned to storage room of oblivion, where all the dark, meaningless souls reside. Now it is time for us to disappear, to invisibly walk this land, to burden ourselves with the load of this place, silently observing and gnashing our teeth, biting our lips letting our hearts burn...

We await the time for the door of oblivion to be reopened to let us have free reign once again. To channel the anger, hurt and ideals from the immediate past into words so sharp and powerful that they actually determine the outcomes of battles and wars...

Be not afraid for we wait in the shadows...