i spoke with authority,
so you gave it to me;
i acted with conviction,
so you convicted me
to leading a charge i can't win.
i spoke in front of the crowd
and you followed;
i outlined a dream
and you dreamed it for me.
i showed you a path
and you walked with me,
even though i don't know where the path ends
or even if it is the right road to walk.
i wrote in a book
all the words that ought to be said:
i penned a tract, a treatise,
an essay on moving and leaving,
and you left with me.
there is all this momentum, now;
all motion and heat and combustion,
and not a single ounce
of substance to fuel it.