spirit son of a samurai, tilting at windmills a misfit in this century he was looking for a living to be proud of
he was driven before a dozen winds at once like a salmon jumping upstream without the fishes sense not to wonder, wonder, wonder
well he was carrying his baggage chained to his feet, his weapon held across his eyes he was looking for the light he was looking for the light well he was the only one i met on the road last night