The Old Man

I keep you in a tower in my head,
I know you’re always there, that I can get
advice from you whenever needed…

All I need to do is climb the stair,
the winding stair up to your lair
and end up in the library…

The place where you first handed me my fate;
a book with empty pages and a pen…
And told me to write…

Sometimes I walk the stair and feel
the walls are closing in,
but I always see the light at the other end,
above my head you light the candle
that I walk towards
ever upwards, upwards, up to you…
Up where the candles burn.

“Fill the book and then you may return.”

The day the book is full the candle burns out too.

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