IV

This world is made of dangers,
Uncertainties that each of us must face.
From the wombs of our mothers,
The path we must take is set from that day on.

God’s book of life is signed with our name,
And descriptions of our destiny he has given us.
From this truth or right of birth,
I have been subjected to persecution.
As the world runs by, I watch from my perch
That protects me from the shame and my distinguished place
My perception of this place, of this thing has diminished.

I understand what I must do,
But yet still am I undecided how to start.
Just as a collier chips at the mountain,
I must piece together lost memories,
A forgotten past of great beauty and elegance.

My dreams have shown me deeper meanings,
Images of a gracious place, full of love and triumph.
A land encircled by three rings of water,

With a tower in the center.
Covered in gold, as it glistens in the sun
Shining beams of light across the landscape.
Flashes of a new dream have filled my head once or twice,
With children playing in an open street without a care.

I’ve even watched myself playing,
But not as a young man...
I was old, in my gray years but it seemed, as I hadn’t aged at all.
The dream has ended...or what has appeared to end,
Never have I been more certain of anything.
My destiny is to live this dream,
Or was I really in the place I envisioned
Watching children that haven’t been born yet.

Nothing can last forever,
But I wish that this moment could,
I have almost certainly never felt as at peace...
As this place has made me.