The world seems rushing,
I alone seem still.
The world seems a bank of memory,
I alone cannot think.
The world seems after something,
I alone cannot move.
The world seems to say something,
I alone cannot speak.
Who would hear?
The echoes of my soul.
Who would journey with me?
I've dream't a million dreams.
Who and what would fill my mind?
Clouds cross these skies!
I want to sit by the river,
My Goddess, Grandest of Fathers.
hi.