Not all who wander seek to know.
Not all who wake choose to go.
One by one, the mask does fall,
Those who see, hear this call.
First, we leave behind the bound,
Who tied themselves to earth and ground.
For their wants, they scream.
Drunk with greed, freedom remains a perpetual dream.
Next, we leave the ones who fear,
Who will not speak, who dare not hear.
For chains made soft with gold remain,
Yet still they hold, yet still they reign.
Then, we part from those who shame,
That teach truth is found in given names.
For knowledge bends and twists in claims,
Of those who seek mere power gains.
We turn away from those who watch
The tide, and let it steal their will.
As they, who wait on fate to show,
Choose death rather than to grow.
Now, push away the meek,
The ones who search but will not speak.
For silence remains a chain,
When truth unsaid is truth in vain.
The hollow ones fade on their own,
Those who seek, yet fear what’s shown.
For knowing, yet refusing still to be free,
Is worse than never knowing will ever be.
And now, this far, we turn to those
Who stand with open hearts and hands.
Become my friend, my invite stands.
We see the game and will not bend.
We shape the world and won’t pretend.
We remain,
In spirit same.
We, the few,
I know your name.
I welcome you.
Mark your sign and light my path,
Hear the call and come to me.
I cut my bond with the lost and remain true.
Just remember, my invite stands for you too.
Seek my love when the same,
You make a choice to not remain.
When you commit to know, I will show.
I remain unseen until you grow.