I whisper to the wind I whistle to the bird my cares go unheard
But the wisdom of gods creation shines through the trees were are you says the echoes of reason I look for you but you are not there when is the season you rise above your adversarys says the kakaling of
Contavercy when will you be ready to see the wright path says the fox I say to reason I have lost the game the world has played but have freed my spirit from the chains of rationalality to soar in the depths of my mind I say to contravercy I sheath my sword to walk on higher ground so I can find solitude not a battle witch will never be won I say to the fox I will not go with the path you lead me I am already on the narrow road were the plots and assumptions of man kind never go and the fox says I see but I might be there when it is wide no I say I will be on the rock that never brakes by then And my lesson will not be learned by you or experience but by gods hand I said softly in proud silence