Miss Carrie

Thoughts to Words
2002-07-17 03:51:30 (UTC)

The Varsity Blues of it all....

I once saw an empire, greater than that of the Romans,
collapse before my eyes. It was an empire built of years
of young men fighting for the only thing they knew. It was
an empire revered in lands near and far as the greatest
ever seen. Heading the empire was the fiercest of leaders,
who had seen many august soldiers during his monumental
rein, some with more heart than others, but all of them
holding the same fate: 4 years of bloodshed and strife with
nothing to show of their work as they trotted off to serve
a lesser empire.
In the earlier years of my youth I was captivated with
this infantry that changed with the golden leaves of the
fall. Their seemingly grand women, who with their gestures
portrayed the mood of the battle at hand, seemed to belong
in fairy tales read at bed time. I always imagined that
when given my oppurtounity to play a role in those magical
books I'd be complete. If I were only a part of the select
group chosen each year to be one of these captivating
individuals with the bright light shining from my body then
I would have succeeded in life.
When my time finally came to take part in those once
coveted events an overwhelming sense of sadness and
disappointment ran through my veins. How, I wondered,
could this be what I revered and worshiped as the pinnacle
of my existence? The shine and glamour of the empire that
was once bigger than I had worn off as I sat back and
realized that I was looking down on the soldiers, their
women, and their leader from someplace which was higher
many times over than that empire. The empire looked so
empty and meaningless from my mountain high in the clouds.
Few before me, and few after me will feel the same
grief as I while they watch their flawless empire crumble
to the ground.




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