They say there's nothing you can do
And yet you try, try to understand...
You're clueless at times, and yet you don't know why...
To push on further, or leave it all behind.

Let Men have their morals...
Their ways, their indistinguishable concepts.
They are all but nothing--all their truths in scattered lies
Shrouded o'er misty blue skies...

If only I could press onwards...
But it would mean going back again...
Two steps back for another twice taken
And now the retreat advances forth.

Where should I go...? To whom shall I run to,
Or else am I left to wander...?
...I guess there is no other answer than what lies before me.
I'll just have to go it alone.