Oracle.

I come to you, humble and willing,
brave stepping over the bones of my brethren
I wouldn’t come here if I wasn’t desperate,
but I am too small, I cannot lift this.

One cement block could hold all I love
each moment sinking deep in the mud
and I would do everything in my own power
but I am too small, and so is the hour.

And will I never be great
because I refuse to be cruel
will I always be afraid
will I always need
an oracle?

They said you were great, and they were not lying,
but why is greatness so terrifying
great and terrible … always in pairs
so we come to an oracle, trembling and scared

And will I never be great
because I refuse to be cruel
will I always be afraid
will I always need
an oracle?

I do not steal like the rats in the rosebushes
I do not kill like the owl in the forest
I do not lie like the leaders of fortresses
so will I die with the kind and the powerless?
I do not steal like the rats in the rosebushes
I do not kill like the owl in the forest
I do not lie like the leaders of fortresses
so I will die with the kind and the powerless.

And I say that I will never be great
because I refuse to be cruel
and I will always be a little afraid
I will always be little, but I would rather be little
than ever be
an oracle.