The Chosen One

What fun it would be to be a Chosen One
To hold futures in hand and to be the Maker’s wand
To disconnect from normal living
And face the consequences that it demands

The Chosen One knows not he is chosen
Until he chooses to break free unbidden
From the manacles of societal slavedom
And reach heights to those Normals forbidden

Whatever he be saying or whatever he be doing,
the Chosen One will be mistaken & misunderstood
In Normaldom where Man lives hiding his true self
The Chosen One will not be treated good

His purpose on Earth are known only to other Chosen Few
His brilliance seemingly dim and his challenges ever new
The Chosen One can plunge into darkness yet rise like a phoenix
From dust, ashes and sorrow to render justice.

He maybe the Protector or the Destructor
He maybe the Healer or the Channeliser
He may be a SHE or she may be a HE
But The Chosen Ones – they are BORN FREE