" Hiding in the deep mountains,
Away from what he could not see
There was a part of him,
He felt he had to bury deep.
He lay unseen, unheard for years,
In the world he couldn't understand
Fulfilling his day with simple chores,
He shaped his life without strife.
He tried his best to lay under,
But life brought him to surface
For every time he heard the Voice,
He had to return as the saviour.
Though the world meant nothing to him,
He failed to fight what he was beneath
Attached to nothing,
He was connected to everything."
