Nietzsche

When he was young
he met a dangerous god,
though never went to tell
of right or wrong

Since then
he kept his silence,
learnt it long ago
to listen inwards
where no voices go.
He grew on stillness
knowing he must talk
to own his silence.
If a man would walk
trailing his background
he would show a foreground,
if not for his own sake
then for the others.
He would use a mask
to restore himself,
making him possible
for other lives as well.

When he had grown
he lost his words at will
within his dangerous world
where thought would kill.