Babel No More

Walk away then. Leave me here alone. I don’t care. I won’t follow. If I’m stuck here, then I’m stuck here. You’re the one that needs to change. You’re the one that couldn’t accept life. I see it clearly now. You don’t want me. You want your version of me. Some Dorian Gray portrait that will absorb your petty comments and biting looks. I won’t have to deal with that anymore. I’m free. More free than I’ve ever been. And one day I’ll write you and say, “Look at me now! I’ve crossed oceans! Danced with Devils! Sang with Angels! The walls of the prison you kept me in are nothing but dust now!” So leave me to wake from this nightmare! Now I start a new dream. One where I don’t lie to myself about how you treated me. Time has numbered my days but I could care less. I’ll smile when the Reaper comes to collect my soul. He’ll know as well as I do that I’ve lived a life full of adventure, paying homage to no master, and directing my destiny to where I want it to be. So go ahead and abandon me. Someday you’ll come down off your alp and stand in the shadow of what I’ve become. Not a solitary hill, but a mighty mountain range that stretches across the platform of history. Gossip all you want. Spread your rumors and lies to your mindless minions. Your words won’t matter and they will die with you. I, on the other hand, will be busy tearing down Babel. Igniting a crusade to scorch my name into the log of eternity. I am a warrior. I am a revolutionary. I am me. I am free.