I know it's out there,
everywhere but in my hand
anywhere but in my blood
somewhere just outside my reach
crushing my ability to see the blue blue sky
tearing at the very fabric that keeps me whole and in line with the stars as they circle the moon

While you and he and she
scurry to earn and die
in a fully respectable fashion
you surely go in haste
under appreciating the paces and rhythms of my earth
unaware that mans made time trickles through your theories
unconscious of the many corridors and pantheons untraveled

I see the relics of my exploration- I just can't return without the map...
the one that fuels the ride, navigates my skies and brings me home

so that I can feel what I must feel
so that my time, my time
passes me by
on my own terms
not the terms of another
who knows not my heart
who knows not my mind
who knows not my soul