Caravan
I wander from land to land
In search of a place to be
I roam through the valleys and sands
To find the divine form of me
Now more I search into self
And more I find absence of form
My ego, the absence of wealth
In void forever forlorn
I wander, I scramble, I wait for the day
My pain will be lifted, I rise
The refuge I find in temporal name
Is lost, I open my eyes
The world, ever fleeting is already gone
I find no place, and I die

Paciencia, Prudencia
Patience and prudence
Assuredly wait
For those who indulge them and seek
Patience and prudence
necessarily take
favors from the dull and meek

Patience and prudence
take tortoises far
and fly to the glorious heights
Patience and prudence
Give life to the maar
and dispel darkness of sight

Patience and prudence
Marry the woes
conquesting those fools who still speak
Patience and prudence
make fools of us all
and lessons have they still to teach

Paladin
Greatness beckons, she calls, I shy away
My eye can’t bear to be seen
I’d have no greatness, believe you me
Beyond where I’d dare to dream

My self, understand, I’m not of the sun
who shines the light on the evil one
who lives within everyone
who lies in wait to ensare your sons

I cannot withstand such conflagration
and my destiny is done

Let them sing of others’ benediction
I’m to carry on and run
And yet she calls, I dream
It beckons, and I become

Destitute
This is not my home
It does not matter that I’ve paid for it
It does not matter that I’ve claimed it
It does not matter that I own it
It does not matter that I’ve named it
It does not matter that I’ve built it
It does not matter that I’ve tilled it
It does not matter that I’ve ruined it
It does not matter that I’ve doomed it
I cannot stay here.
This is not my home.