pain is in the landscape
with just a look
I carry a cougar on my shoulder,
and there is a lot of you in me.

You paint my the spring
with just a look
you are speaking
my backpack
    you are missing
    and I have to go back...
and You will have to leave me.

speech not well enough for the country
my no is like a yes
    and you laugh at that dead
my shoulder is my ability.

What I don't know, does not hurt me,
nor am I limping, light has left this place
and to where did the time go?
it is far as the eye can see.
and is where you are.