When randomly hit with wind gusts
I unsuccessfully try to see my path
And no shadow of lucidity ignites in my mind;

What I might do besides shut them eyes
And budge? Therefore, there I am:
In a trice, all strayed.

'Twas only in the absence of light
That the Universe could conquer itself.
Whether the flame conducting thee perishes;
Don't abide there; 'Tis when to get farest.