I‘ve abandoned the crowd
Shaken off all earthly shackles
I set out on the secret pathway
The trail destined for me alone
With the dirt beneath the hooves
I leave behind the toils of yesterday
With the breeze upon my cheeks
I let the worries and cares fly away

I'm but a nomad born of solitude
A free roamer of this terrain
A wordless song echoing in the wind
On the trail away from the mundane

I embrace the wild
Race through the glorious plain
My journey is a dance with sunlight
The rays that set the skies ablaze
Over the hills and across the streams
I put together my unique melody
Beneath the clouds, beneath the stars
I'm beginning to find the tune of my heart

And on the banks of the winding stream
I let my mind wander free
In the shades of the restful valley
I heed a voice that's calling to me

This is a call into the wild
This is a call to reclaim myself
The beacon that guides me on
The journey under the sun

This the choice that I've made
This is the path preordained
The journey is a song that I write
The ballad of my life

I've followed the call into realms beyond
I've travelled afar to reconcile with myself
A seeker that drifts on and on
Till I walk out of the sun

Replace my discords with harmonies
Form scattered notes into melodies
This journey is a score that I compose
The suite of my soul

I'll drift on till I walk out of the sun
Fade into the afterglow
So let the dusk take me home

Moonlight scatters across the mire
Frost and moss beneath my feet
Solemn trees arch over the trail
Soft whispers in the canopies

I, the heavy-hearted traveller
Find no peace among the woods
For I've wandered off the starlit path
I took a wrong turn away from your light

And off I go now into the forest
Wordless bitterness entrenched within
A forlorn being now, silently floating
Among the dark woods that scarcely breathe

"Let the heavens crash down upon my body
Or the earth open up to swallow me whole
For here I stand, a proud challenger of the crushing might
The sole warrior amidst the deafening storm"

The clouds gather and swirl, the thunder rumbles
The wrathful roars of the enraged gods
How dare a mere mortal rebel against their authority?

They point their scepters at the reckless worm
Till his armor cracks and crumbles
And the sword breaks into halves

Now this wounded hero slump on the ground
His bleeding hands struggling feebly
For broken weapons just out of reach

The gale whispers a lullaby of eternal sleep
The rain caresses his face, soothing, paralyzing
The gods now command submission

"The heavens shall supress all opposition
The terra shall grind all inferior to dust
Yet my spirit shall arise beyond the corporeal destruction
for I still defy you, the beings on the thrones of might"

"So let the waves growl, and the storm rage
Heed not the wails from the wind and the rain
May the earth open up to swallow me whole
Let the heavens crash down upon my body"

A stranger forever

Flow and fly. Fall and rise.
The ether bleeds into the deep.
The tidal waves extends for ever.

Raging light. Pouring night.
A dot of void in between, that's me:
Beyond the horizon, a stranger forever.

The sea of loss that roars in my veins
To the rhythm of the pounding waves
Beneath, creates a strong pull of gravity,
Caging the being in an invisible cavity.

Just one thread forbidding me to descend.
One sway, one slip, my story embraces its end.
Buried in this hole, this abyss of eternity.
No chance of parole, no pity from divinity.

No rocks of basalt, no smell of salt.
Ripped from experience in the Umbra of existence.
For those beyond the shadow, a stranger forever.

Even storms cease. No sirens' singing.
The exile drifts away, isolating the world.
Everywhere and nowhere, a stranger forever.

I've had enough. I'm no better.
I've tried, over and over; and now I'm tired.
Like an outcast, I fled alone
Into the wilderness, away from this world.
I crave a drift into an untroubled dream
An endless sleep under the tree.

Let's just face it: I'm defeated.
I've fought, valiantly; and now I'm broken.
Yes, the fire was astounding. The miracle was resplendent.
Indeed, we've even managed to sway a few.
Yet the prophets of Baal will never die out.
They sprout like vines; they coil like vipers.

They tear down your altar in rapture.
They defile the holy sanctuary
With foreign idols, and your prophets' blood.
Just now, the sword of Jezebel barely missed me.
And the vultures they lurk, they circle, awaiting my downfall.
Shattered to pieces, I now lie in the cave.

Where has the zeal gone? Where is the passion now?
What has become of me, the once intimidating man of God?
And where have you been——the Almighty, the Lord I serve
When they tarnish your covenant and blaspheme your name?

Now I'm the only one left standing for you——
No, no longer standing. My strength has burnt out.
Why do you question me, O mighty Angel, the divine messenger?
I no longer know my path, nor do I care anymore.

I've come to Horeb, awaiting the passage of my Lord.
I hear the powerful wind, rending mountains and shattering rocks.
I feel the quake beneath, shaking the very spine of the earth.
I see the raging fire, blazing, roaring, all-consuming.
But the Lord is not here yet. He remains silent amidst the chaos.

Then after the fire I hear a gentle whisper.
A still, small voice, but so dear to my ears.
Why do you question me, O my Lord, keeper of all answers?
I know not where my path lies; I humbly await your guidance.

Now I'll rise, eat and drink, and return to my duty.
I'll flee no more, but trace the track Your hands have laid.
The winter is no longer too chilly for the bones
when there are still seven thousand faithful elect, hidden beneath the ice
The night is no longer too heavy upon one's shoulder
When there comes a whisper after the fire