You Don’t Know

You may know my past, but you don’t know my future, because you don’t have one

You don’t know my strengths, you only know my weaknesses, because you are weak

You don’t know my colors because you are grey, and you are blind

You cannot partake of the fruits in my gardens because you have decimated your own and tainted the soil

You may think you know me

But you only know the projection you cast unto me

You only see a reflection of what you are yourself

You may think you have waltzed before with my demons when in fact

They were your own

And I was merely their amicable host

Allowing them entry into my home and guiding them back to their patron

You will never see my wings because you yourself have never learned to fly

You have never been reborn from the ashes of a raging blaze

You will never know a phoenix from another bird, because you will only ever remain a vulture

You don’t know me

And you never will