I was travelling through the stars, then I noticed a bright shimmer. I saw the shimmer, and I set forth towards it. Not knowing where. No other star would guide me to them, only that one shimmer. Through unknown planets. One of coloured rock. One of ice. I saw the submerging matter in others. What a sight! I would fall. Then the red planet. What a sight! Then, I saw a planet blue. No! Not just, but of green, sandy yellow, whitest snow. Grey. I don't know what lies there, but I figure I should fade and land. On the Eastern parts, so now my vessel is forefeit to the fold. I walk, this air yea pure; now the sun I see is but just a lamp; Who could live here? And where are the people? I am alone. I saw passer-bys; their dress so queer, their figures so strange. I shall conjure one for myself. Blend with them. Seek solace. The walking, and the daring fright. No one knows me, none care. I am not from the East, nor am I from the West, South, the North; I am not from map's hence, nor am I of the land and nor the sea. The books I read now do not become me, nor does the music. What is this? The language I learnt so well, but still not kempt. The streets so barren. The above so clear. Yet no stars seen; Yeh, no stars are seen. But who's looking? Where are they? Now I see the first reflection of myself. What a sight! I see my faux hands; my faux face; my faux religion. Who is this god? What is this? Can I see him, I ask? They accuse me of mockery, and say I have no sight nor morals; Then they say I have no religion, no God; and this I understood. I then wonder who I am, and why I'm here. Why I'm the one apart. I feel as a human, but I have come to realise I'm a monster. The Sun continues to shine whilst my heart's in despair, But I only came to understand, not to torment myself. I shall keep walking. I seek not those idolising themselves; No, I seek the peace. I seek the connexion. I seek the light. So whenever I'm feeling lost, I seek the light that dispels dark. Not the Sun. Light. Light is the greatest magic that we have; It comes from nowhere; from energy; and reverberates. Light never goes out. It shall always diminish, and diminish; Never zero. Never null. But always there, even through years. So when I walk, I am walking in the steps of light unfolding. That is my creed. But this place? My existence is here and nigh. For I am home, and I am sung of light towards the light now high.