“Arrogance.
I set foot on the train tracks,
The very place I was forbidden to go,
And I was terrified.
What's a boy to do?
When his curiosity abounds,
And the faint and haunting sounds,
Taunt a tireless youth to step up to the confession booth,
Where not a single thing adds up,
And a guilty verdict's met by some wandering fool's bad luck.
Open the gates to a stranger,
As in the eye of God he was all he could be; himself,
Unafraid and blindly defiant,
Young, abrasive,
Yet soft, pliant.
He had served his years,
And his God had not lived those days,
Those hours,
Those minutes,
Those seconds.
His God had not tasted those drinks, and kissed those lips,
He had not tried on those clothes,
Or watched the countless numbers of doors close,
He had not noticed the pair of eyes shedding the tears with every death witnessed,
The pair of feet, unfailing and reliable,
The pair of hands, curious and calloused,
Or the memories longing to be told as tales,
Again, and again, for centuries.
Arrogant boy,
Love yourself so no one has to,
And when they lock the gates before you,
Find a way to climb them.”
—Alexander William Gaskarth