A Poem on Many Things

When nothing but the truth is lost
How can blind men see
Saving at a blinding cost
So eagles can be set free.

Collecting the pain of a thousand debts
And mending a million hearts
Hiding away your regrets
Till the world in its ending starts.

Paste together a tapestry
Composed of never-ending life
Forget in the end your mastery
Of the things that caused you strife.

All of these things can be yours
Sufficing your soul be lost
Keep walking along the endless floors
And your feet will be the cost.

So grab the hand that reaches
From a sinking grave
Latch on to the mouth that teaches
In wisdom its words will save.

Pull water out of a pebble
And all men will be amazed
Pull aristocrat out of a rebel
A city still will be razed.

My message is not simple
Though only fools are
Take value not at the dimple
But trust in the hidden scar.