A Thought Path - quite a distorted one

I’m nervous,
I’m drinking lots of coffee.
My fingers jump like jesters all over the keys.
I’m paranoid.
What if the miracle don’t happen.
What if the world will remain at war with peace?
I’m pushing out of time.
Free the elves and the goblins.
Give me a moment not recorded in the annals of time
To see who’s my friend and who’s my foe;
Allow me the right to unmask the pretenders;
But I sometimes find myself masked;
Now is this fair?
I’m a Lunar liar a sunlit thief running to the starshine horizon
Looking for a bag of gold
Just like any other poor soul
Who keeps their riches close to their heart of flesh.
My own question hangs in the air when the wind is still
And tortures me with its unanswerdness;
Woe to those who, like me, seek redemption on the paths of old.
Woe to those who, like me, don’t seek redemption on the paths of old.
Woe to those who, like me, don’t see the redemption already found

(2006)