I am not one to follow,
I am not one to blame,
And my pass won't be sorrowed,
Thus I don't feel ashamed.
I am not of the chosen,
I am not of the right -
I am just but a mortal
Who is simply not blind.
And I don't see the future,
And I can't alter souls,
I am but a life's teacher
Who has no selfish goals.
And as long as I'm here
Standing fast, holding ground,
You may not have the fear
For new life is around.
All to see you are happy
Lightened ones, helping others,
So one day in the long last
I can call you “my brothers”.
Man Of Many Names
I don't know why I feel I am
Once lived through all of this - and then
I have forgotten who I was,
Who were my friends, who were my foes,
How I was called, and how I died ...
This feeling does constantly bite,
But still my memory is mist ...
It's like I start with empty list.
And yet some sparks of former life
Feel very old the time I dive
Into reflection of myself -
And this makes squeeze my soul nerve.
I feel I once had many names ...
Are these but dreams, just madness games?
I might have gone completely mad,
But these feelings long have bred.
I worn them all, they were like clothes
For man with many names I was
And many faces I once had ...
I am, no doubt, truly mad.
How one can live the endless life
And pass through death ... and still survive?
And still in times remember that
Another own name he had?
They are all mine, I once were them,
All these persons in the pram,
Like were-man I always shift ...
Is it a curse, is it a gift?
Is there is one beyond them all
That is my only truly goal,
The one, who never had the name,
The Nameless One ... are we the same?
I will remember once them all
For this is only worthy goal ...
The time will come, I'll pass through flames
To be the Man Of Many Names.
Not first, not last
One always speaks about self
Whether through action or just barf,
But words may too have sort of price -
They serve as tools for those who’re wise.
Who am I then to speak of me?
From pain of past it makes you free,
So now I'm throwing it aboard -
My truly useless, bloody world.
I may be warm, I may be cold,
I am both fearful and bold,
For some I'm moon, for others sun,
From both I'm always in the run.
