I stumble through the pinwheels of the empty roads

Through the oceans of grass

And the boulders and stones

I wind down these pathways

And swallow the larks

I sing their songs 

Through my weary walks.

I search for the day

Lost through the night

I search through the dazed 

Paths of delight

The sun is what calls me

Whose rhythm I chase

From sunrise to sunset

I try to place

It, but there’s always a boulder

There’s always a hill

There is always something which won’t 

Bend to my will.

Through the foggy windows

Of the misted fields

I search for the power our 

Solar system yields.

The mountains get higher

The rivers get deep

The glorious chrysanthemum of my mind 

Begins to weep,

Because now there are buildings

And sirens and trees

Artificial and unstructured

I pine and I wield

Nothing more than my pathways,
I cannot find the way,

Until I run to the edge of the world,

I shall be there someday.

And when my feet hit the sand and there is nothing but distance

And I reach for the sun, and I see it within these

Hands that have been empty,

My eyes are now full;

I will take in my fill,

I will satisfy the pull.

And I will get right back up

And follow the wearied path,

I’ll turn my back on the sun

And go home at last.