A Strange Surrender

I've gone to war; I'm going to peace

Some things are eerily reminiscent of what came before
The fires waging war on me seem so similar to
The breath of the flame, heating me from the hushed hearth
That I remember so well from those years long ago

The solitary soldiers huddled in the corners humming sad tunes
Moulded by fire into this

I'm stuck forever in the lure of tomorrows gaze
The days beyond surrendered
For I know they are not meant for me
The chances incomprehensible to my faint glimpses of humanity
A future I do not understand
Where am I to go from here?

Home is almost forgotten, centuries are old
I am old
Forgotten
I live in the words of the ones who see tomorrow