no cave can hide me and shelter me from the grasp of the cold air,
the clawing of the lightning outside my hollow hole.
i am new to these lands and there is much to learn.
i cannot fathom many things,
it takes much time to gather myself to change.
time passes and the thunder i know seems to be coming closer to me,
as it has for most of my life.
many ways to take in the denial of my calling,
there is no shame in suffering,
no doubt that this must be done to survive.
no basking in glory for your name no one in the future shall hear,
and perhaps no family at all.