Another land

...still there is something that I cannot find here. I do not know exactly what it is. The fire is warm and the land is good, but inside me there is another land. When I dream, I do not dream of this place ...
When I hear singing, it is not the song you sing. When I search in the dark, I find nothing familiar. I cannot see what it is I am looking for. ...
But as the days go by I grow weary. I have come so far and I have found so very little ... I have searched so long that it is no longer clear to me where it is I am going or why. I have come so far that I have become my journey and my journey has become me. Without it I am nothing. When I pause I forget who I am or why I exist.

Anpao - Jamake Highwater