A man must find his destiny in life, even follow his dreams.
I stand in the dust
I am caked with sweat,
beaded with light,
and the valley's eerie parting sight
has illumined and left me alone.
My palms are lined
with doing good, without reward.
But I have no recourse if I fail.
It is just me,
a man against the savage elements,
Metal is my most desired gift,
and most frightening ore,
shaking scarlet goldas a salmonberry in my pan.