My Back Story
(c)2010 Brian Madison

Broke ten thousand mirrors
Pursuing a phantom
While spinning towards something like truth
I nursed my delusions
Of changing the world for a song
I can no longer work with
The devil I know and I'm
Wearing my mind on my face
I carry the shame of the vanquished
And I've lost my place

A creature of habit
A creature of instinct
A creature of hope
And a creature of fear
The curse of the passion
My sad vindication
My fulmative years have
Brought no liberation

A war of attrition
With unanswered questions
Not damaged enough to be great
A crisis of faithlessness
And many betrayals of trust
Just glancing the surface
In my spiral dances
With heroes, false prophets, and fools
My commonplace drama is over
And I'm out of school

I’ve stood atop mountains
And shouted intentions
And worked on those changes
To bring me some peace
I’ve thrown coins in fountains
And all these inventions
They might even get me
An honorable mention

When I see before me
The man that I should've been
This is as good as it gets
To be a good ancestor
As I turn away from the storm
Just stand on my shoulders
And you'll see much further
I'm carrying just what I need
I'm whirling and tired and breathless
But I will succeed

We struggle for love and
We struggle for wisdom
We struggle for meaning
We struggle for change
Despite all my anger
Despite my dissension
I know that my struggle
Will be my redemption


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