I rambled alone 

Just like a lonely wolf, 

The wood ahead of me 

And the mighty wind behind. 

The road I saw, 

It was so clear and real. 

I didn't want to lose it. 



And the thoughts 

Which didn't let me sleep or rest 

Flew faster than 

My real time itself 

And faster than the wind. 

They chose the space, the skies 

As their goal, 

And took all of my passions with them. 

They wished me to uncover a new way 

Which could have brought me happiness, 

And I could be conquered by no one. 

I could be free 

As if I ramble like a lonely wolf.