Before my eyes, webs of truth were twirled
From my dreams broken on the ground;
I’m searching for purpose in a world
Where there’s no purpose to be found
I’ve no heart of stone unable to persuade
Of rewards found in resolving strife
Or comfort in the arms of a wife
But you are a fool if you believe you’ve made
One bit of difference in your life
I’m left for the winds to blow along
Willfully ignoring life’s call
For the one way I won’t answer wrong
Is to have no answer at all
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem