The Glare (part VI of the Glare)

The journey must come to an end.

In the lands of windows and walls

I can see the Glare coming forward

Outside the cave of solitude confinement

It is something I must walk towards

Leaving behind the strumming tune

And awaiting something brand new

To embark upon a glamorous noon

It is something that I already knew

The Glare was something that was always there

Discussing with myself inside a shined mirror

It is something that we all must share

It had been there all along sitting in a chair

Glowing embers above my wavy head

Flowing past me quickly but stern

Something has graced across my fingers

So badly inside but still not a burn

To inspire the uninspired

Makes me important, not sad nor tired

The things that need to be tossed in the fire

I must abandon the wicked liar

Far from beyond the caves of silence

I gaze upon the world of lands

While I sit here and type out

With graceful yet delicate hands

The dream I had always known

Was to be here in my home

And yet something keeps me awake

My writings were the Glare of my own