Flying on a winged machine I fear
Searching for my Destiny, it’s near.
The known and the comfortable lie behind,
Looking forward only, I pay them no mind.

Where West meets the East I go
Everyone calls me crazy I know.
Swimming again against the current, oh no!
In the same water where the seed shall sow.

The mind interjects: “what will we do?”
To whom I reply what does it matter to you!
Faith and Fate need no understanding,
On this hill I will die standing.

For all the heart desires is to drink the world
It cares neither for himself or one’s goal.
Drunk with life it wants only to be hurled
Till the hangover comes, the moment is whole.