What is it
like when
You move
farther and farther from the sky, or when
Get carried
off by a hurricane-
Round and
round you sweep
In the air
above sea. Or
Run all the
way through earth
To save the
poor bleak of red ball from drowning?
Can you get
as far as not to notice the mere azure of the sky,
Its depth
and immense?
Or travel to
another isle with wind
Instead of
falling in the mouth of sea?
And will you
ever, while chasing the sun,
Reach where
it would chase after you
With all its
glare all the way long?
Will your
path ever discover you,
While you
are busy trolling your trail
In searching
the destiny you choose?