Horace meets Greeley

He makes a plan and decides to leave...she just smiles at the goodbye game. Smiles, she hasn't yet learned to grieve

Go East, Young Man... Go East
away from this life and your seed.
Backwards Greeley, go with your beast

Horace flies high overhead, it is his day... be careful of that Falcon-god, son of Osiris. The avenger of regrets may have his way

The family cartouche will yet be engraved without a hint, trace or mark of your name. It may be long lost and then never saved

As the moon burns its round in the soil a life will grow and will be so nourished. The gentle stirring of air, without your toil

Go Waste, Young Man... Go Waste
greater is the love that is left at home. Go Waste, Young man.. Go in Haste