Lesson From A Nomad

I am icon

I am that pictured in those tales to song

I am that which from the brink responds

I bring unrest when the seas have calmed

I am legend, I am fool

I am one of many, I am under no rule

I am peasant, I am loon

I'm disparaged, I'm consumed

I'm most certainly confused

Am I seeing something real or is it smoke?

Am I on the ground or am I hung without a rope?

And is this fantasy or from the dream have I awoke?

Am I steady on the path or am I clinging onto hope?

Am I?

Am I?

If you gather all the teachings that the wise have told

Compile every scripture from the books of old

And muse upon the meaning of the truths you've sewn

You will germinate the mind but the fields won't grow

This is the high of low

This is the friend turned foe

This is what the light can't show

If you stand still don't expect the Earth will slow

See that every wind up plateaus

If you want a seed to rise up, let go

The greatest tragedy as every breath takes toll

Is to live a life and never witness depth of soul

Snake inside the rocks, your tale you will consume

Liberate the mind but lock the body in a groove

Know that sedentary can be tantamount to tomb

This is why a coma patient must be regularly moved

In the quest for plenty, know the paths are many

But few will lead you past the regions where the past is buried

Giving is the levee that will bound a man's greed

Prison is the dwelling when you take no leave

Faster than a sparrow flies, trap the cupid by surprise

Grab his bow and arrow and shoot straight into the empty sky

You can spend eternity immersed in what's inside

But if you're searching for a purpose then no purpose will you find

I am icon

I am that vision, I am fate transformed

I am that allegiance to the sword you've sworn

I am false idol, I am fraud

Ratchet down disaster like a phoenix in decline