Explore Not

An average man looks at the darkness and in his mind would appear Frightful things, irreparable horrors, sights to conjure fear. A typical woman watches encroaching shadows with a shudder, Frozen by her panicked mind weighed with chaotic clutter. These are expected reactions to creatures from the darkest pit Showing themselves on the surface, a place where they'll never fit So has been decided, that is why my people bear condemnation And merely exist in a world inching toward bitter stagnation. Did we ask for a "blessing" so the "miracle" was said to be? When at any point did these powers themselves set us free? That is a dream we work to make real because, like it or not, We too are human beings who see, believe, aim and plot. Oh how could I forget, even "human" is too good for us now; Just fine with me, as it will be when every human takes a bow On the day darker than any before it, at least to the blind. That black day will be, to my people, the brightest and most kind.