For the dim regions whence my fathers came
My spirit, bondaged by the body, longs.
Words felt, but never heard, my lips would frame;
My soul would sing forgotten jungle songs.
I would go back to darkness and to peace,
But the great western world holds me in fee,
And I may never hope for full release
While to its alien gods I bend my knee.
Something in me is lost, forever lost,
Some vital thing has gone out of my heart,
Though he know he is bound to the land through some form of debt, and a piece of him yearns to go home, there is still a small part of him that wants to stay. He knows he doesn’t belong in this foreign land, and he is not fully happy their either. However, there is still a small part of him that could never say that he fully hopes to return home. That small piece still enjoys some qualities of his new land and therefore wants to remain bound. As a result he could never hope for full release from such bonds.
Outcast