There was a time
When my thoughts were more coherent. . .
I was journeying swiftly
How did I become so desultory?
The path was clear,
Bare under the sky
How did it evade me?
When it was under my feet
Oh! I have been searching
Long forgotten and lost
Clad in abundant verdure,
Does it not want to be tread?
Or perhaps it was a thought
A mere creation of the mind . . .
I think of abandoning my search
Should I sift my heart instead?
In the timeless forest of my memory
I await for a long night
Maybe the north star will reveal itself
And guide me to my road?
