The Masked Man

The masked man would come to my window but never crossed the grill to be inside he seemed to fly while talking of tomorrow what he spoke took me on a dark ride! I see you child progressing to be a man moving places running races knowing need reaching farthest far and beyond till the span feels too long and you're weary of the speed! I see you child going on a long trek falling down getting up roaming wild find a heart make a home and then break in that wilderness sob like a child! I see you child wide awake in the night burning for pride hollow vain while flickers out the last candlelight darkness drowns the gathered gain! As my fever weighs heavy on eyes sleepless the dawn seems mercilessly slow I know what he meant by a child's progress the masked man that came to my window!