I stand at the edge of the world,
On a swing made of constellations.
Mountains below my feet,
Relearning how to breathe.
I took my orb, my gift, third eye, curse,
And threw it away.
I wear an armor, take my crown and shield,
Kneel before the stars, taking my vow.
I do not want your fortune,
Your wars, and the screams you ignored.
Let me make the future, take it by storm,
I do not want to stand and stare.
I shed my coat, become a selkie,
Trust that no one will steal it.
I shed my name, all of its meanings and weights,
Abandon my role, write my own fate.
The castle of my life is here,
I am here, a sword in my hand, eternal guardian.
Smoke behind my eyes, blood in my hair,
Have I done well?
Oh stranger, oh friend, oh family,
Oh you.
Oh you, how are you?
Oh you, what do you wish for?
These are Illusions, all around me,
My veins are hidden away,
In a calm afternoon in the woods,
My desk feels like leaves and waves.
Spirits are dancing around me.
Tricksters, and old gods, and heroes,
And you.
And you, on top of this house of mine.
Named a prophet, and never heard,
Tore it apart, made it mine.
Took on a new destiny,
Protector of this land, defending our luck.
I do not wish for your fortune,
Do not want this heritage.
Let me become a guardian for this sanctuary,
Temple of our roots, home to my heart.
The edge of the world is here, is here, is here.
Let's go play a little bit, on a swing made of stars,
Mountains at our fingertips.
Learning how to breathe.
