On this immense world i stand
left scentless on this path i jaunt
neither hind nor fore the path i beat
lay certain step which haunt

i still endure through thick and thin
for I search for the unnamed source
follow i hear from the rear of my mind
obscure passions rendering force

where will i go and what will i do
for the time shrivels each dawn
i’m longing to see what becomes of me
but today i mow the lawn

– sawin