I wandered through time,
Advancing,
Though uncertain,
I marched forward
Like a soldier in formation
And then I fell out.
The line advanced without me
And I remained,
Slowly enveloped by ascertain stillness,
My resolve flowing around me
Like a royal cloak.
Now my mind is full of strange things,
Wise secrets,
Heavy truths.
I see a new way
And if I advance now
I know I will not march,
Or walk,
I will take to the skies,
I will rise.
