Loud is his echo...

Deep in the valley, a lone ember rose,

drifted the ash and billowed the smoke.

Here in the wind and the withering cold,

burden the heavens and watch him go.

Come to the willow, a cradle of stone, 

lay down your weapons, the young and the old.

Here where the waves meet the rippling foam,

red is the river that carries him home.

The stallion flees the stable...

Life is what we make it to be; maybe it belongs to other people or it can be our special one. The difference is that the first we sit and watch and basically we know the ending but the second is defined by us and requires lots of work and effort to define the way we want to live by. It is a journey with no end in sight, no distance measured behind, just going. It is a faith similar to the faith in the universe but this one is just faith in yourself and your capability to define a path with a vision of the future that you really can not see but rather feel. A religion, where you are god, and the goal is genesis. 

Nobody else makes me feel like...