Rain on the West

In the days of muse breaks

We have to hang on tight...

It seems the rain won't go away.
The clouds darken our days.

The rain prolongs our nights.

But in the end,
I must seek shelter,
From this place.

It spreads.

Taking a toll I cannot pay;
Burdening if I don't.

The choice is made.

The horizon does not show a sunrise,
At least not in these shores.
At least not yet.

She bids me take my place,
So I play my chances on my own...

I know what is the best.

Play my chances,
Aiding my cause.

Sometimes...
It disappoints.

Losing Something Precious

Sometimes,
Just sometimes...

It would seem I lose my mind.
For I cannot make sense of this world,
I cannot make choices without seeing the obvious.

Sometimes,
Just sometimes...

I am blocked of my conscience,
I am alone and confused.
Not knowing where to pull, where to push.

Sometimes,
Just sometimes...

You see me struggle.
But honestly, you really don't care.
Because in your world, it is only you.

Alas, two selfish souls collide.
And even love can't ease edges.
No care or tenderness can cure the pain caused.

You are what you are.
I am something that sometimes...
Just sometimes...

Spins without knowing what's going on.

I don't want to lose you.
So I must find the spinner.

I don't want to hurt you.
So I must stop the spinner.

I just want that sometimes...
In those times...

I end up where I'm suppose to be:
In your arms.

Who We Are

Here I lie in the middle, in the cross-fire of life.
Traveling the globe to learn the things you are to learn, or so they say.
I see life as it can be... I see life as it could be...
It is not life as it should be, though.

Not for me.
In the Heartlands. There... I belong.
My name is Nou One... from the Clan One.
I was born in the low lands of the axis of this world...

I am a mortal.
I can be killed in many ways.
Yet I have lived on... somehow...
There are others like me.

We are scattered across the realms... and we are few.
But we are out there...
Living... wandering... fulfilling the destinies we were meant to complete.
And carving our fate in the hearts of all who dare join in the cause.

We can be found in the rivers, in the mountains, in the cities, in the villages.
We are everywhere.
But you will only know who we are when your moment of final rest comes upon you.
When you recall all the memories of your life in a quick instant.

Then you will see the truth... and the one thing that marks us all in common.
Because all of us will have one moment. One second in your life.
One last thing we did with you.
The last thing you saw from all of us...

A smile.

In the brief summary. In that moment.
You will know: who we are.
What we meant,
And what we will be in that migrating part of you that will move on.
You may say again...

Fair journey, traveler.
Fair journey.

Western Summer

Awaiting for my ship to sail the sky.
I run this direction once again.
Smiling. Knowing what waits for me in my return.

So what is pondering in your dreams?
Where are you headed traveler?
On the road once again?

Are you escaping today?
Or returning tomorrow?
You left but yesterday...

Where do you wish to go...
Are you all you wished so far to be?
What else lies there...

What else...

And Now...

A few days from a new departure...
A few sunsets from the thrill of exploration...

An old fear strikes the hearts of men.
An old fear which constantly haunts.
An old fear soon to be released on this world.

Oh Earth Mother, why do you so burden your children?
Shall we keep on paying for the vile turns your life takes?

I will bring myself from the depths of any abyss.
I will bring my feet forward, with arms raised high.

Yet I cannot speak for my brothers...
Yet I cannot see in their hearts...
Yet I cannot say what happiness is for those who expect nothing...

And now...

Well... and now we wait...

Patiently, wisely...
An odyssey this is... an odyssey it will be...
One which I so unwillingly play...