Being a guide who shows path,
It’s ironic I am lost today.
But I cannot tell anyone,
Because they look up to me for a way.
Everything was perfect and I had my aim,
But then a gush of wind came by and it changed.
I was no longer the same.
And fell from the sky, estranged.
While I fell, I was watched by many.
In my misery they found harmony.
I have been grounded ever since,
But my fate changed the fate of eternity.
Those who laughed, depend on me today.
With ink, I carve their life’s way.
Yesterday’s fallen will now tell tomorrow what to say.
History is now what I sway.
~ A historians Pen.