We know where it starts
The patter of pearls on asphalt
The soundtrack to my nightmare
We know where it starts….but do we know where it ends?
They are gone..
I thought we’d have time
Time together. Time for them to know me. To know whoever I’ll become
And time for me to know them better
I do know my father was a great man
But in a quiet way…
Big shoes. Broad shoulders. He was so tall he blocked out the light when he leaned over to kiss me good night
He was important
Not just to me….and they killed him for it
Father always said there’s a reason for everything….
Look for the pattern in the chaos…the hidden threads, the method in the madness..
And there you will find what is true.
It’s noble he said, our search for meaning
He said it’s what sets us apart from the animals
I remember a shadow
A stained baseball cap
The flare of a muzzle
But nothing more
So where is it? The speck of gold that’ll light the way
Every jester has a truth
Every riddle has an answer
Somewhere in this haystack, there’s a golden needle
Someone was behind that gun…and someone was behind the man who was behind that gun
Patterns beneath the chaos, hidden threads, method in the madness
Connections everywhere
My father was an outspoken man. He was a doctor, sure, but his businesses, his philanthropy; they rocked a lot of boats
He challenged the powers that be, Politicians, CEO’s, Mafia syndicates.
Plenty of people had reason to take down the great Thomas Wayne
I know where it starts
…now I’m ready to find out where it ends
Who the hell was Joe Chill?
I had him nowhere in the files, the records
Information elsewhere was scarce
Was he a hit man
Muscle for the mob
A cleaner for a powerful CEO?
I know when I see him, when I look into his eyes…
…I’ll get that last puzzle piece, slot him into place…
..and the picture will resolve
I want Joe Chill sure, but even more…
…I want those men behind him
I will make them pay
My Father believed that the search for meaning sets us apart from the animals
But he believed other things did, too…
No secret order of mob bosses
No Court of Owls
No gunman on a grassy knoll
Nothing but a broken man, a two bit drunk
Nothing…there is nothing…
Just chaos and a few good people doing their best to struggle through it
At the end of the day, my parents died because a guy wanted a pearl necklace
Someone once told me it’s a big bad world out there
I can’t help but wonder what else it has waiting in its dark alleys, peering out with glinting eyes, a bullet in the chamber
But I do know this…
….I’m going to find out.
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