The journey I must travel is one I must go alone,
Though the trek is wearisome and takes almost a lifetime to accoplish,
I know I am prone to go on this journey alone.*

The Wind blows North, but I go South,
I fear for those of the Unencumbered,
Who sit around with all their days numbered.

My time may be short, but I will surely make it last,
I do not know what to do, I am as fragile as glass.
The sky laughs at me while the Winds comfort me.

To this journey I am prone,
*On this journey, I must go alone.