Criss-cross, Wandering Rocks
Scylla and Charybdis I cross.

At the crossroads where I walk,
Which path do I go, am I lost?

What is evil, what is light?
The courtier chose silk or samite?

Do our leaders know, or do we fight?
What exactly is wrong and what is right?

The world is changing
darkness creeps

waiting, waiting

for good folk
to do nothing.

I want to fly with the birds in the sky
To soar high above the Earth
To dance upon the breaze