Where are the verses that blossomed in my heart
I search for flowers in the valleys
Atop the mountains I run into fog
Reaching out to catch the shooting star
I seek the darkness of the underworld
Everywhere, every day I search for the lost verses
Have they drowned away in the storm of my tears
Or were they pushed into the endless black pit of my fears
The daily battle of life and bread
The strife for wealth, space
The desperate race of ambition
Trampled my little souls, my verses
But I vow to bring them back
From wherever they have gone to hide
If they die my emotions will crumble and
I will turn to dust