I Am That

I am
I am that
I am that which
I am that which can't
I am that which can't be
I am that which can't be broken

Born of totemic imagery and
Dreams of distance
Born of the night that always teems with life
While hinting death
Born of the hunt that always ends in solitude once
My mark is made
Born of the river rushing, striking awe into
The hearts across it's ward
Born of the wind that howls across the sand
Blocking out the sun

We are
We are that
We are that which
We are that which begs
We are that which begs a
We are that which begs a question

Saddled by an archetype and ridden by
The past
Born into a ladder leading nowhere but
The end
Born into a tunnel, turned to hallway, turned
To maze
Born into a story, full of drama start
To end

And me
I just want to be satisfied
And me
I just want to be free
And me
I just want to hide my face until it's over
But it seems I've got no choice so here
I am