In a tundra, whited and smitten with cold
My fires unfold
I am not daunted by dismissals nor iced distraction
I never needed the attraction, I simply chose to slide the slalom
And the Lord has shown me the path I must now take
While not forsaking when I've been forsook.

Funny, I still feel something missing, a piece I lost along the way
But there is nothing more to say...nobody is really listening anyway.

I thought there was a better way, one that reconciled instead of frayed
I thought I was played...but my music has changed and it still holds sway.

No more.

I am outside my shell, outside my country, my mind continues to grind
And a plan to leave a lasting impact, its span greater than my meager lifetime
Oh, the salty brine that taunts and teases
The dire diseases that plague our pure waters
We have the cure, an end, and a beginning...
Someone just needs to write the story.
Others will pick up the pen when I fall.
I am not needed at all.
I am just a catalyst.
A vision.
A mirage in a desert that is waiting for the deluge.
Soon...
Soon.