In the fog, He has become living In the weary smoke, he has become life In that ascension, He has filled the depths And in my quiet-muteness Has made my voice strong I was never a rebel I did not want to be vague I always had a purpose to a plan A reason for big dreams Yet Ambition cannot speak to emptiness Success answers not The hungers of the soul I was set upon by the fog His voice rings in it still Now, we know all the tales A prince into pauper A lover into death A mother gives her all A fathers holy daughter It is all one tale Calling out with meaning Within the fog One strong answer: To die or to receive it So now I learn slowly To listen to the voice In the fog To follow To not know To not care To be made brave To find home Not only in the end But In the long walk there
Posted on: Sun, 19 Oct 2014 07:35:45 +0000
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