History's Ways

The night cannot see all that is me
My way responds to
All things that are free
Recovering my sight
Hope under rage
For the drive to contrive
The ultimate stage
My neck thunders strong
Seems out of place
With the comfortable beat
Of the human race
Searched until safe
From the turning of days
Cannot escape the image of history's ways
Decide to embrace what is here and now
The performance of time is all but a vow
An audience gaze
For the promised plays
Of magic's performance
On history's ways