Blue Powder

frei nach Steve Vai's "Blue Powder"

standing on the edge of the world,
supposed to die
damned to live
obscure, ridiculous,
or just unknown
the new world, which is up
to shine upon your face

nicely dazzling your eyes
slowly strangling your tongue
searching for truth
crying for answers
quietly dying in new world's riot

muted
hated
lynched
all because of the blindness of mankind
fighting for their rights to live
but unable to see new ground

pity for the unique one
exploring vast lands
all-knowing one, first master of the new world
drowned by majority
buried by opinions