I was lost and the ways were lost.
The time was eaten, and bitten by the frost.
Ask a wonder-er , what does it cost ?
To live in the woods and to live with the rust !
Engulfed by the black-holes, devoured by the lights.
Fastest is the psyche, or faster are the kites.
Always I wondered while I wandered,
Days were bitter or bitter were the nights.
Follow the rays, find the salvation, people say.
With the darkest heart ,kneel down and pray.
Is this the ultimate aim of human life?
Be a wonder-er , and dream,scream & lay !