Sages speak wise words
They flow like a breath
Though my veins, unstirred
As the years go by in a death
My heart grows and I look for answers
I still ask myself where do I tread

This page of lyric speaks to me
It has passed through my doubts
Resounding through echoes of thee
It is more sterner than my mouth
Bit by bit, it guides me amidst the trees
My pen knows not what it has found

After my dance with death's spirit
My beautiful poem cries and wails
I yearn for an end not merit
This is my song and picture, not a tale
The paths show some light and the forest splits
The rest of the poem disappears in the hail

I may have forgotten the lines
If you shower me with praise
The song of the forests dissipates with time
Yet, I remember the road and its precarious ways
Knowing this I know the answers will rhyme
As I find a maze of questions, once again