Ragnar Zolberg the hermit

my own eyes
tired from what they' ve seen
trying to tear a way back home to you
all my needs
darker than my shadow
down it leads
dragging my soul after my knees
my own mind
it has turned against me
meaningless
man is only good at making a mess
radicate in the cosmos
release me from the price of age
free the soul
split the skull
open the cage
do not heed, I must leave