Though I cannot see the bend

Or what should lay around

I run from forces built to rend

That to which I’m bound.

I run to forces wild and free

A stallion in the fog

And to the land where love is free

To roam the stagnant bog

I grow from dirt and water lent

From deep within the stars

I carry message softly sent

Between the prison bars

I fall from heights of lofty dreams

The stakes we claim to sow

I rise above the tempest wave

To fight the undertow.

I wrestle rising demons down

Back to whence they came

And when the bend should come around

I’ll ride the dragon tamed.