An ancient story,

Cast into flames,

Here I am,

Still the same,

Even as the sky retains the same blue.

Trapped in a sea,

Full of memories of the past,

Drowning in my own thoughts,

And regret has only risen to the surface.

The generations will not succumb,

Even as a stubborn leaf in fall,

Staying true to my roots,

But only straying from the path,

Even as darkness inevitably fades into light,

Changing our way,

Lost cause,

Am I yet?

For here I am,

My infirmities I cannot forget.

Wayward stars cross my path,

And strike me down into my fallen state,

And I am left to ponder the unknown.

Condemned to death,

Shall I rise?

I am as I don't know,

Wrong from right.

My apologies,

Shall you acquire,

Even until the end,

A new cloud has risen.

But with my woken eyes,

Now I can see,

The inevitable light,

And can breathe from the waters of guilt.

This is the ancient story,

I'm sure you've heard before,

But in a different light,

For my apologies,

Have given me new insight.