The one

I keep trying to outrun you,

But I know it is a Sisyphean task.

You always win,

I can only admit my defeat.

The halcyon days are yours,

But me, I shall live in the shadows

And the chaos,

For the days to come.

Laugh you may,

For you have earned your right,

To watch the spectacle,

Of an insufferable fool. 

Like the court jester,

He hides his grief behind his painted face.

If only, if only,

You could see.

The gift he keeps,

All wrapped beneath the layers of sorrows. 

The gift that belongs,

To the one whose eyes are not blinded 

By the neon lights and gold,

To the one whose heart is pure,

To the one whose eyes see eternity.

To the one,

The only one.