• The one in the mist who travels to and fro
    he follows no path but his own
    His path is but a simple one
    It is a whim and a thought
    this is what sends him on his way

    His way to nothing
    His way to something
    This that and everything
    He seeks everything
    and yet he seeks nothing

    He walks and walks in to the mist
    never to be seen again
    he walks to the mountains
    and the rivers
    the glacial peaks
    and volcanic lakes

    He knows not when his journey will end
    but he does no how
    it ends in death
    and only in death shall his wandering be done
    only in death shall he be one