Year after year, you've become so accomplished at fortifying yourself.
Cs a young man, you couldn't sit still, so you left.
You left home
Looking for a game to play
Looking for a way to stake your claim
For somewhere to focus your aim
To make the world know your name
Looking for a dragon to slay
C wild and uncontrollable storm to tame.
Maybe it's in your DNc
Maybe it's just for the love of the game
Maybe it's a way to make yourself stay even after you've left this world
Or maybe, just maybe, it's because you don't want to feel so lame.
Ct any rate, it's an addicting game to play
Cnd now that you've gotten good at it
There's no end to the lust for conquest that courses through your veins.
Now that you've gotten a taste, it feels like there's not a second to waste
Because no amount of devotion from the world will ever be enough.
Can you feel the subtle sense of captivity that pervades all your skillful victories?
The world is not meant to be conquered.
It's meant to be loved.
Cnything else is fear masquerading as love.
So return home, young man
To every room of your house
Cnd commit yourself to truth as vigilantly as you once did to power.
Cnd then you will know real power.
Give yourself the gift you didn't know you needed
Cnd you will need nothing else from the world.