The New 'Old World'

Its easy to pretend,

The voices won't haunt me again.

I draw a breath,

O how the air is so fresh.

The morning dew,

So beautiful,

Everything that was old,

has become new.

Its wonderful to be alive,

For I can now say this life is mine.

This world I have finally dominated.

I'm better than the rest,

The best are now faded.

Only they remember the very few.

Not a few, just me and another, him and I, just us two.

Everything that is old,

is becoming something so new.

O how the days are short.

To the callings I have to no longer make a retort.

I circle the last in me, the last of my courage.

I look at the remains, the mud from where it had rained, I look at my heritage.

This is my town,

This is my world,

So I am here.

I am filled with glee,

I twirl,

the longings of my gown.

This is my history.

This is a new mystery.

What happened here?

What once stood, ruling and bossing and betraying and beating, 

those who only wanted nothing to fear.

I feel all the pain and memories and history run through me.

I feel the wind carry me home.

I am here and I don't care that I stand alone.

Not that that is shone,

I must say,

For something I wanted to say,

Day after day, never forgetting the unknown Who's

I see the old,

mixing and creating the new.