Modern Lament

I'm tired-
of standing on the walls of your
city, pointing out wooden ponies.

I'm tired-
of predicting the future,
only to be told that no
one likes a know-it-all.

I'm tired-
of being called crazy
for trying to protect
my battered heart.

I'm tired-
of knowing my doom comes from
those I give shelter to.

I'm tired-
of wishing to be blind
so that I too can
live in denial.

I'm tired-
of watching you fight your "Gods,"
denying your fate.

I'm tired-
but Destiny doesn't care
and Truth is a harsher
master than you.