The Second Coming

As he pulls out his bedroll
As he lays beneath the stars
As the earth moves beneath him
As he holds it in his arms
Words become matter
Thoughts become sounds
Echoes become canyons
Wide awake, he carves them out
Are you coming?
I have waited long enough
What he thought was distant
He now sees with unveiled eyes
In the silence, in the stillness
Far away from speed and time
The rhythms of the oceans
Pull the blood inside his veins
And the one that held him captive
Sets him free, looses the chains
I'm not coming
You have waited long enough