Wanderer

Do I now travel with the flock

or is it they who follow me?

Do I hold wisdom's shining light

or need the light so I can see?

And if I turn some other way

will I then find myself alone?

And if, alone, I cry for love

will echoes be the love I'm shown?

Somehow within m fearful soul

my joyous screams for ecstasy

somehow must burst my tunneling

my catatonic apathy

And then I'll find my power's aim

beyond the winds of of other's ways

and then I'll see my lifetime glow

beyond the walls of yesterdays