Maybe I am just a nomad, a mere wanderer with no home, always walking, running-away from my reality, and the reality is that I am a nomad, a lone wolf that forms a part of many packs, but would rather wonder alone, onwards, to a path unknown, to a new pack, that I will soon leave to begin again.

Command or conform,
You don't have a choice,
For that's the way of the world.

Lead the pack
Or be the pack;
Your mind laying dormant and furled.

You'll be governed by strict rules,
But no, think for yourself:
Do the good, fight the evil,
Put your life on a shelf.

For when people say follow your dreams,
They don't really mean follow
It's a masquerade for co-align with us
Or we'll leave you dry and hollow

If you lead,
You're honourable, worthy,
But only for a while;
For if you infringe the decisions of the pack,
They'll watch your ousting with a smile.

But that is the law of the land,
The way the world works.
If you follow, you're weak
But if you lead, it hurts.

> a.t.

I’ll fight from the saddle
I’ll brave the streets
For life is a battle
With variable beats
There’s one with a roar
And two for a tug
There’s three filled with gore
And four for a hug
There’s beats with vitality
And beats that push and shove
Some drum deeply about mortality
Others of beauty and love
For on these beats I fight
Every single day
Some make me feel like a knight
Others, only a forgotten stray
Then there’s you standing there
With a beat all your own
You like to kiss and swear
Inspired by the history of Joan
Your beat stands out above the rest
Like a heart in an empty mine
This battle surely is the biggest test
But from what I see, you’re doing fine
Though you tend to hold back
You’ve fought with each beat
Like a wolf leading the pack
You know not of retreat
I long to fight beside you
To help strengthen your beat
For surely with two
We would sound like a drumbeat
Ready for battle
The two of us will be
Our horses all saddled
And our beat full of glee