The Castaway Crown

He stepped forward with certainty

And then secured his blindfold tightly

He saw nothing of this world

Free of his own reflection

He heard their voices faintly

So much softer than his own

He sensed their touch rest upon him

But only felt, only felt of stone

His thoughts became an infinite flow

The truths of which he spoke with absolute conviction

And took solace in knowing their words

Were simply competing frequencies

The fate of one who only sees

Truth in his own words

Is the furthest thing from free

A prisoner to an elite

No one will ever know

A castaway lost at sea

He found his voice ringing wall to wall

Answer his thoughts, standing on his own

He learned nothing of this world free of his own reason

He paid no views attention

That he did not find to his liking

The fate of one who only sees

Truth in his own words

Is the furthest thing from free

A prisoner to an elite

No one will ever know

A castaway lost at sea