coming all this way and being rewarded like this...
ah, i understand his perspective, but it's most troublesome.
after all, i come bringing only my earnest truth.
alas...
it is not a risk they seem willing to take. because indeed,
i see this risk, of an interloper such as i. they cannot
trust my intentions. that doesn't make it hurt any less,
but even still...
that's just how it is.
and yet, is hearing me not worth the risk,
given these dire times?
it's not like things aren't falling apart anyhow,
with or without my help.
and in a warped way, it truly is maddening!
because i know that the insight that lives inside of me...
it's worthwhile.
getting here was so hard, and i did it all for this sorry,
sorry scene i was made to witness. most of my cohorts, they
never survived the journey. and now, here i am. without legs
and instead with roots. roots that those i yearn
to teach seek only to tear out...
in my travels i was made to see so much. so very, very much.
it was beautiful, but terrifying.
please listen.