86. True Vision

 Cold evening sky
      pushing me towards summer’s leave.
 The crowds, the faces, the fame,
      it means no more to me.
 My voice once strewn their ears
      with words few understood.
 And the few who cared
      were nothing more than shadows I’ve left behind.
 Was it pity?
      Was it even my words of mouth?
      What did they care about?
      Was it me?  Could it have been me?
      Or was it just tolerance?
 Little matter now,
      for I have pushed on ahead.
 “You’ve all been left behind!”
 Let us now see who was there for me.