The Transformed Man William Shatner

One day, just another day of organized happiness like all the others
I closed all the doors behind me
And as a leaf drops out of a tree
I quietly walked out of the life they had planned for me
Not once did regret clutch my hand
I left on the wings of instinct

I turned away from a city teaming with desperate and haggard faces
Away from the peddlers of hate and vengeance
Away from the clock that decrees time is money
Away from the arrogant and infallible
Whose hands are stained with blood

All this I left far behind me
And as a moth seeks light
As water seeks water
I sought the purity of higher regions
Where austere mountains thrust their faces towards the sun

There in my sanctuary
Surrounded by the dignity of pines
And the serenity of grey boulders
I let my eyes drink in the clarity of windswept skies
I felt the warmth of sun-drenched stone
I listened to all the sounds of the earth and I waited
As calm as a hooded falcon for the hand of faith to lift the darkness