Trouble took them, grief is sated.
Someone pitied and at once forgot.
Greedily the sea of troubles seizes —
Lures you away, so you might feel consolation.

Next morning you woke — you are breathing.
Someone’s path is finished, and you still have to go.
On a clean sheet you draw-and-write.
Before the waves erase it, you reach the goal.

Meaning and purpose
Push from within,
You don’t know the plan from above.
By magnetic forces you remain led —
Want to or not, run and crawl
In the hope that with the lost
A meeting awaits,