Futility's Reign Poem by David Musoke

Like a vapor before a scorching sun so are our trifling efforts under the same
Tears streak down our cheeks in testimony to the burdens our hearts bear without respite
The future will become the present and the same will be the past and still sorrow and pain shackle our dreams and hopes
I toil for its a mandate...a royal decree passed down from generations before me
An eternal king whose throne has only been conquered in myth or truth that has long been forgotten
I wander in this vast wilderness of life with my dreams all but a mirage disappearing while within my grasp
I bear the king's seal but I dare not gaze upon it for I fear I will see my king's true nature
In desperation I desire to be set free of my shackles that I may quench my thirst
Another calls for me but the seal's voice drowns out his as it shows me an oasis of another dream
The same vanishes like countless others before it as I fight to hear the whisper above the seal's voice
I follow the whisper and glance at the seal and see the form of a fallen defeated lord whose reign of futility has kept me wandering.
Self is a defeated king, another hands me a dream as a gift and I wander no more...