In the Wasteland
Follow your dreams, follow the whispers of the wind my child. For it is not I, but tis you who creates the void into the wild.
Share your dreams with me young and pretty spawn for it is you that the world needs. I say this not as Herod to some men from the east, but as a croc, rippling through the weeds.
Fear not my little one, all the world is to marvel at your figure. March out into the wasteland and find the one, find the creature.
For I tell you this now, and stay true to you path, Once you find your way, never look back.
Just as you now have stayed and listened, go now and glisten: Shine for the world to see, because the next time you think of me, I won’t be