To the Mountain
This once
I drench myself in the innocuous rain,
And my memory runs,
After years again,
That the free child grew into a confined man,
All along tied by an invisible chain,
Though he tried and ran,
But all in vain,
Until he drenched again,
And danced in the rain.
Until once again,
He came back to the Mountain.
This once
I drench myself in the innocuous rain,
And my memory runs,
After years again,
That the free child grew into a confined man,
All along tied by an invisible chain,
Though he tried and ran,
But all in vain,
Until he drenched again,
And danced in the rain.
Until once again,
He came back to the Mountain.
