I left behind the smoking wreckage,
Walked away from that old fire.
Oh I caught my whale alright
That was a product of my sight,
I can fake the chills in the night
Though I have never been there.
I can feel the sand on a shore
That I have never been too,
And conjure up a false emotion
Strong like a blue star.
I had a hit, or two, and sadness comes
When you realise you are not the only one.
That is not the case, however you may believe,
We are all whippets on the track
Chasing the political game
Wrapped in torchlight, melted candles
Restaurants with smiles and fake smiles,
A shiny car, belief in your fingers,
Simple breezes in thinning hair.
I am not one of their associates
I am not a corporation
But I am not an outsider like Odysseus,
I am not an open and tumultuous wave,
I will never be a Spaniard resting at midday.
Yet I can come close
In a summation approximately 12 lines long,
A parable, God I need a parable,
A world captured, it is Gabriel.