“I know the way,“ you say; but soon are lost.

We came along this path an hour ago;

And so we end the day alone, adrift,

The same as once before, when we were young.

I blow upon our hands to keep them warm;

Your shame is such that you to silence hold.

We sleep the night under the mocking sky

Until we wake to try our way again.

“Just keep the sun to left and we’ll be fine,”

But still we roam the land in loss divine.

And steep the climb, and wide the flow we cross,

From hill to moor, past lake and forest new.

We tire and fade, no more our step in time,

And sun, grown high, does now decline and drop.

Expire and halt, we share our lot, and then…

Undone, we call for help, and wait for son.