Seeing

Looking out across the horizon of the floor,
Nothing to the left,
Nothing to the right,
Complete silence,
A desolate realm where you exist.
There is no fighting it,
There is no fighting against it,
There is no living with it.
This is the point,
The point where the memories follow you,
And you feel like you can see them.
They walk in front of you,
Walking in the blackness.

People see only what they want
nobody sees all, they only watch every rise or fall

Some only see Victory ringing through the air
Other see Defeat and despair

Some only see Love falling on hearts
Others see hatred at the start

Some only see freeness beating on his face as he ran through the field
Others see the binding of slavery being sealed

Some only see confidence set in a face