Floating, floating, on a forgotten road,
A leaf unchanged by the breeze.
Oh, nameless one, who are thou
To think you can bring the road to life?
Nameless one, without a future or a past
You wander alone, weathered by storm
But your self never changes
If you changed that, nameless one,
You would be free.
You would no longer float in the air,
Wandering, forever searching.
It is true . . . I would no longer float
On my lonely path.
I would sink to the ground
on that busy road.
I would no longer search, for what would there be?
I would no longer wander, for I could not move.
I would lie there and watch as my world fell away.
For so long as I strive, I care.
And so long as I care, I love.
And so long as I love, I live.
