Flying Solo

I flew in solitude, away from the gray-feathered flock,
For they would never soar upon the currents that I sought,
They could never fathom the color that I brought,
To a society of black and white, so I flew in solitude,
Long into the star-drenched night,
I watched my shadow dance across the surface of the pale moon,
As my soul sang a forlorn tune, loneliness,
Entangled by the tendrils of despair,
I sought out a spirit in whose vision I could share,
Our own creative dream where, ideas would impregnate a brain dead generation,
Zombie citizens trudging along in cognitive desolation,
And that is when I found you, a phoenix among mere pigeons,
You flew towards me, up, ever up, through the stratosphere,
You joined me as an equal, utterly fearless,
Together, we were careless, so we flew on,
Into the uncharted territories of a galactic dream-scape,
As one, our vision would shape, a brand new civilization,
With ideals all their own,
No longer would the free-thinking artist be stoned,
Instead his glorious talent would be honed,
His vision would become an exquisite reality,
And stand tall in the brilliant city square,
As a testament in opposition to normality,
But foolhardy was I to believe in such a lie,
For as we neared the sun, your facade became undone,
Your feathers melted away in the scorching, solar heat,
My heart, slowed its rapid beat,
Took a seat in my chest,
For you were just like all the rest,
Vicious slander, your deception disguise,
For you are the one who I most despise,
A chameleon, a creature of camouflage,
One who pretends to be that which they are not,
Original, unconventional, exotic, everything that I ever fought,
So again I fly alone, on my own,
I shine as a brilliant diamond against a bed of worn stones.