i often wonder of the rituals of life, the awakenings, the motions, the bending to the masters
the never ending quest of what?
am i better for this, shall i trudge on, up stream, like the salmon, only to be eaten by the bear
do i dare change course, take that chance, do i have that adventerous d. n. a.
will the winds take me here, then there, and is there were i can settle my thoughts
take root, build something of my importance, would anyone care
i'm the top shelf looking down on all you creatons, laughing, smiling, beating my chest
daring you to join me, can you handle this. i'm the chosen one, or so it seems
but even up here the rituals start again, and i long for were i was, with all of you
not this false facade of power and glory, for i have found that quest of what
and it is with the love from my friends, forever