Power

Power is not my goal

Only saving the world

From itself

And who could argue

Who could argue with that

 

So sayeth he

The once thought dead

And goodly so

As naught but bad

Was what he caused

 

But something in his eyes

And the way he spoke

Had me convinced

That he was different now

So I let him pass

And told him if

He needed me

I would help him

In any way I could

 

And he turned to me

With a big wide grin

Oh you've done enough

Take it easy now

You need not stress yourself

Not anymore

And so I didn't

 

Charles Petrie

 

Hmm, where could I take this? Lots of places. I almost wonder if I shhouldn't leave it here, but who reads me here? One person? No great worry.

Next when.