Drowning in the Wasteland.
Freed from jail. Finally out of that place
which spoke to me only with bars in my face.
Now I can view my world unconfined.
The world respects me and treats me kind.
Now I can return to the light
of the wasteland to which I take flight.
My mind, free from jail and legal thought
goes back to before I was caught.
When my mind wandered in the presence
of light shined from the wastelandís essence.
They say we forsake this light by roles
we play through the shadows of our souls.
As the light overtakes me it is bright
I am overwhelmed by the sight.
It seems I wasnít ready for this.
The wasteland has become an abyss.
Itís into the abyss I drown.
I go through all the times I frown.
Ideas return to my mind
as free as memories to find.
Drowning in a sea of all I knew
until my camel returned to see me through.
The camel can navigate.
Drowning in the wasteland will not be my fate.