I must follow on the heavy road to Zion to feed the thirsting Black hills and shed away my innocence by Sergio Jimenez

I must go,
Zion shouts my name
as a soldier bearing torches
bringing flowers to the tortured
calling me to embrace the day
I must go,
gray streets
crave organic beats
as the silence carves in deep
and soon they sing the sidewalk blues
they call me
to walk or hike
ride or bike
rain or bright
into the belly of the corporate whale
I enter not to flee
I enter to meet my enemy
the part of me
that flees me
the part of me that regrets things
I enter for truth
I enter for roots
I enter for love and blaring noons
I leave in hope that I may enter soon
I must go!
I must go!
To the far reaching corners of everywhere
where space does not bound
and time is but sound
and the only thing that keeps me up is dignity
I must go!
To console weeping mountains
deep mourning sours
waiting for someone to sing their name
I must go!
To the rivers of change
where currents flow
passion explosions foam
and empty craters know not emptiness
I must go!
I must go!
to rise blaring new tunes
to rise with the Sun
and sleep with the moon
To rise and refuse to die
Rise on a train
Rise on a roof
Rise with truth in my tooth
to rise above my current doom