Where, my wit, hast thou forthgone
in this very matter, in this affair?
Lift my spirit, left my breath
I can’t choose or change the depth of care.
Where, my will, hast thou forthgone
in this soothing silence, in this noise?
Shift my spirit, drift my doubts
ground my soul and ground my voice.
What, I ask the wraith of rain,
is my will, my dream, my aim?
Whats worth here and what is not
thou better know, there’s just one shot.
What, I ask the waters’ comfort,
is created, unrelated and not to be explored
The matter of my bouyancy – in short
is not matter, but love and loyalty.