I Govern

Go forth and find yourself a place to hide
Until, of course, the place itself, it hides
Being sought by the hordes who would find ease
Ease without a thought of what life could be
Reneging hope for the certainty of the bleak
No hope, no hope of love nor the hatred brought
And no hope of striking out nor bideless change
To take one's soul and beat through the holes
Or beat your soul to others, persuasion brings
Reality and reality brings faith, brings change
Inside a glow, emerging from that place unfound
Allows all to see that they would emulate that:
Lost now in that place you sought: No hiding place.