Shhh...
For I'm moving through the woods,
& seek myself between the trees.
My search is too long,
& the day, is dying slowly on the peaks.
From this I know that all the ways
are leading backwards to the end of day.
Right to the west.
I know.
I'm not suppose, but still.
The eager thirst for knowledge,
is breaking bones in my old body,
& gives me new one in return.
To search again all over.
But neither power,
nor the force will give me back my hope.
My search is like a bullet,
which spinning in the empty drum.
The drum has stopped.
The time has come.
With only one so silent tone.
What I'm hear is only,
Shhh...