What is it, friend, to climb this peak,
Or glide gracefully from vaunted height--
But why row upstream through this creek
With no end, nor rest, within sight?
I sailed upon the mighty seas,
in youth, and traveled many lands,
and smiled to feel morning's breeze
upon my weary sun-kissed hands.
But guiding winds long ceased to blow,
and clouds cloak skies at darkest night;
with heavy heart, by city's glow,
I'm loathe to follow this new light.
You know nothing of what it was
to live in towers of broken steel;
the millions walking without pause,
their feet stomp my mind to kneel.
No more, for I have climbed great peaks
and soared the sky, like winged bird;
but here, the days pass into weeks,
as have I, unseen, unheard.
Fret not, I return whence I came,
No alarm shall find its place within.
'tis better to forget the name
of this unhappy once has been...
The flow of creek shall bring me back
To where I want to find respite;
Lost, under waves of waters black,
Lost, under waves of waters white.