Full of coffee, empty of waking
I hear in echo a longing
Half ‘membered voice touches within
“Come, it’s time to go, to go.
Come, it’s time to go.”
Punch the clock, read the memo
My work, it slaves the time.
In meetings dull, still I hear the stream,
“Come, it’s time to go, to go.
Come, it’s time to go.”
Rush homeward slowly, mind the gas
No music now can still me
The trees bend as the winds inform,
“Come, it’s time to go, to go.
Come, it’s time to go.”
At home alone, confront the page,
Who dares to summon me so!
“I have not seat nor garth to hold!
Why would you call me to go, to go?
Why would you call me to go!”
“I have not kin, nor folk, nor hall.
No clan for whom to speak.
Outcast blood bound to outcast god
Why would you call me to go, to go?
Why would you call me to go!”
And so I shrieked, and called, and jeered
At the threads the Norns have woven
But still the shadows repeat the call,
“Come, it’s time to go, to go.
Come, it’s time to go.”
This path I’m on, is not for self,
This little, I do know well.
But how then can I use these gifts made burdens,
If I know not for who I go, I go.
I know not for who I go.
I fear one day, I’ll lose this world
Travel on and never return
The Nine Worlds embrace how this world never did
All because I had dared to go, to go.
Because I had dared to go.