Colossal arms catch the radiant sun,
Giants rooted in tree shrouded hills,
I smile at them till my workday is done,
Sun soaring above as we pay the bills,
Pompously colossal and full of drive,
I look up at them looking down at me,
Laboring away beneath resplendent skies,
With the spirit of Jesus and Don Quixote,
We sally forth into the teeth of fate,
Wielding noble visions of how life should be,
No effort too small nor sacrifice too great,
Not to impale self to self upon Odins tree.
And the hills turn to dust, dust turns to earth,
The void collapses, the sun burns away,
And I’m left to question what our needs are worth,
Smiling at windmills till the end of the day.

Deliver me, from my place and my fate
but there is, somewhere I would rather be,
Take my woes, and my ugly toes,
Cleanly I will walk, clearly then I will see.

Hold my hands and stretch my arms, across my chest,
but there is scenery that I have yet to see,
Take my dreams awash, and if wishes could be horses,
Waves of that sleep carry me, above the stampede.

Send me away, call me a disgrace at play, "act your age,"
but the child disappeared before he matured,
Take my flesh and rend it, my carcass and upend it,
No longer sensitive, again and again, now inured.

Rather have flames lick and heal me.

Walk to where the arc bows, sky meets the ground,
but there is no colour at the end, all is dark,
Take what is, all there was, and all there ever will be,
In the shadow of the rainbow, there is a park.

There is a Bridge.

Some who are warriors always pass,
Some who are honest leaders enter slow, heads bowed low,
Some who have no business, just show up, say some words,
then flock off together like birds, without honour,
Some who are scarred beyond recognition,
their flesh, their wounds,
turmoil tearing at their will,  
there was no Earthly peace, life awaits beyond the Bridge, ...
Valhalla, echoes Odins voice "Velkommen"