Lost?

Don’t think me lost!

Don’t call me from behind the fog!

Don’t pull me by a thread hanging from the clouds!

Don’t hold my hands from behind the fog!

For, I am a lost, a vagabond

I sing to the world, and the world sings to me

I live my destiny;

And go my way;

Clouds chase me;

And fog envelopes me;

And behind the fog, an endless road

I walk and walk;

I disappear, and disappear;

And don’t know where is

my final destination.