He Walks On By

The solitary man struts the streets

Oblivious to the snow and the show

Gaze firmly fixed to the horizon

No rush - he's learned to take it slow

Besides no one's waiting beyond the horizon

He's stopped by a Witness bearing witness

Of the Kingdom which is to come

And he recalls the times he bore false witness

As he receives a map to Heaven

From the man on the watchtower

Reading material from now to kingdom come

Witnessed to, he walks on by

He then encounters two men in ties

Emissaries of a certain Joe Smith

On the coffee prohibition he has a million "why"'s

Might as well be emissaries from the Order of Sith

But they're nice enough

If a bit mysterious

Smithened, he walks on by

He's then offered his chance to go clear

Free of unwanted emotion and trauma

But the whole unreactive mind thing scares him

Clearly, he's not clear

On the requisite cost in drama

And on selfhood if he goes clear

Unclear, he walks on by

He then encounters a warlock and a witch

Who tell him that life without magic's a bitch

Emissaries of one Mister Gardiner

But the whole magic thing

Though wicked inspires nothing

He doesn't fancy the life of a druid gardener

Un-druid, he walks on by

He then encounters two horned gods that veered left

Who are in the darkest of arts rather deft

And paint their sixes in threes

But with the nine statements he's not sure he agrees

And the whole Crowley thing puts him off

With megatherion he's not sure he wants to hit it off

Bedeviled, he walks on by

The solitary man struts the streets

Oblivious to the snow and the show

Gaze firmly fixed on the horizon

And not those who claim to know

All there is to know