Born in a world subdued by lavishness, gluttony, and endless pleasures; He abhors.
He has heard legends of great heroes; Yet he has never seen one.
Instead, he sees the pleasure seekers indulge; Putting a smile on their faces but not their hearts.
They call him to join and he does; But this only ails him in the midnight hour.
He can't be like them; Wearing a smile until he is alone.
He must have an answer to life; He must be able to face life in the midnight hour.
He sees the world around; And he frowns.
Truly his heart aches; And then aches harder still for the unadorned hearts of the world.
Realizing the world does not hold his soul's answer; He listens to his heart.
His heart murmurs of ambition; It whispers of greatness.
Now he understands; The heart speaks in the midnight hour.
Maybe it is the silence; Maybe it is the solitude.
But the heart has a story to tell; A story of our unrealized greatness.
And that is why it ails; For in the midnight hour it takes stock, and finds a lacking.
Oh nothing hurts the heart like a lacking; To feel the pressure of your inadequacies.
Now he understands; Why the mass has been subdued.
It takes strength to face your inadequacies; So the masses cower.
But that isn't like his great heroes; They know not that word.
And that isn't like his great heart; It whispers to him of an unknown strength.
A strength earned by quenching; The warrior's strength.
So he asks himself; "Who would I rather face?"
"My impulses of the day; Or my heart in the midnight hour?"
🖼 Laurits Andersen Ring - Alone. Interior by Lamplight with a Seated Man Buried in Thought - 1899
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