welcome b(l)ack

come come whoever you are.
Wonderer worshipper lover of leaving
even if you have broken your vow a thousand times before.
Come.


Ours is not the caravan of despair,
come.

no more buts

you have always run away.
You think you are being chased.
It is your sad story.

You tell it often.

It is your ticket onto the train.

"but"

I have been here for long also.

Before the tracks were laid.

When mountains had names and songs still in their hearts,
when we could remember.....

Shall i speak?

Or hold my breath?

What do you know of change?



You are still blaming Them.

But they have gone home.

They have caught the last train home, and now they wait to see who you will point at.

It is not us,
It is you.

It is time to wake up from your dream.

You are old, yes, but not so clever.

You can read, and rewrite things.

You can see.

But you do not understand.

Come and listen,

I am at the mouth of the spring, the source,

i come from within.

Will you sit and listen?

I know how to make the change.

Do you want to learn?