Lesser men rule over the middle lands

Lesser men rule over the middle lands
striving to own my imagination.
They dig for my loam but I yield dry dust.
I depart their lands, resisting their ways.

A wanderer--forsaken, exiled--
I find my way with ancient poetics
To a new land of old discoveries
once ruled by great men and divine gods.

But I am alone in the new found place—
It lies razed and empty. Forgotten.
My heart burns to return home--to find peace.

At once found and lost, hopeful and hopeless,
I seek a land I will never have.