Adam in Exile

Who is this wild, wide-eyed creature,
Fashioned by hand from Eden's dust?
Exile in the realm of the temporal,
Where will he go? Who can he trust?
Spiraling into confusion;
Does he even know who he is?
Lost in a newfound delusion,
Seeking a realm that is higher than this.

A little lower than the angels,
In many ways like a god;
A nomad, a wayfaring stranger:
Splendid prince or lowly sod?
His best-laid plans are cursory, at best,
And rumors of everlasting unrest
Are keeping him up at at night.
Will he ever see the light?

Who is this wild, wide-eyed creature
Driven by new technology?
Twenty-first-century features
Conceal a primeval identity.
Caught in a web of illusions,
Stumbling through a fog of pretense,
Desperate for quick-fix solutions,
Answers to questions he can't comprehend.

A little lower than the angels,
In many ways like a god;
A nomad, a wayfaring stranger:
Splendid prince or lowly sod?
His best-laid plans are cursory, at best,
And rumors of everlasting unrest
Are keeping him up at at night.
Will he ever see the light?

(A little lower than the angels...)
Longing for paradise...
(A little lower than the angels...)
When will he realize?...
(A little lower than the angels...)
That he is glory-and-honor-crowned...
(A little lower than the angels...)
Will he lose it all or come around?

A little lower than the angels,
A little lower than the angels,
A little lower than the angels,
Godlike spirit or heathen?
Fugitive old of Eden...


© 2012 David Acosta Perez