The Catcher in the Dust...

There is the distance scaled through this mind,
Speed given by this thoughtful find...
The ghost of the past regime,
History of a distant past,
Running and pant of a tired boy and his scream…

Legend of the faces, creases of the age,
And the mind’s own cage...
They are like the stranger passing through
This unknown land, like a whisper
soaked by thought's own hand...

I am the change you want to see,
I will never show you what is there,
that is for you to see, but not me…
I see your soul naked and its fire,
I am the old school, who never tires…

I am the Lancelot of mystery,
I am the Arthur of history…
I am humble as we speak,
As I know I am just as weak...
But inside I am Hercules,
but that's just saying for me…

For this day, and days hence,
I may seem to be a freak,
But I know what I am,
I am the beauty that I wish to see…
Nay boasting, I am the trust that I wish to believe…

You see, faith is what is in me,
And duty is what there awaits…
I am the only chance I have,
And the only person on whom I can bank…
I am the faithful, only sincere to the duties of me
and the slave of this body, but my dream
and my course is free,
‘cos the will of free soul does not sleep…

© Karthik Adithya Singaraju