Der Wanderer über dem Nebelmeer

Stand atop the heights of the world

And you stand alone

Here upon this place it is you and your fears

The mists below: the mysteries of the world

You have clambered and crawled and climbed

To reach this point
Through the mists and through the fears
And the exhilaration is dizzying

"I ran away from institutions

I owe myself life"*

You are the wanderer

And the sea of fog the shroud that lays over your life
You stand atop the heights of the world
And you stand alone

Ex Tempore LXXIV
M.M. — 26-Jan-2014

*Gojira, "L'enfant Sauvage"