I looks now out of window,
And pensive eyed I sees a road.
Wonders I - where does it go?
And does I have the right to know,
The things that road will undergo?
The things that happen on a road!
No ends it has, this lovely road,
But only shifts and turns, and so
I knows that she exists below,
The wisest thing that is a road.
Road high now - but somewhere low.
And someplace covered up in snow,
Oh miracle that is a road…
I wonders where my road will go.