Walther
Mitglied
A thinning rope
Breaking myself a path to foreign ground
I forced passage through hills of woven green.
No walking running lifeform could be seen.
The leaves and winds produced no single sound.
The target which I searched so brave and keen
Was carried forward while I marched around.
My inner soul felt hollow like a howling hound.
To not arrive I've left the place I've been.
What was the measure of success and wealth?
What thriving reason gave to fight and hope?
All happiness so hidden seemed by stealth.
Was there a means to ever really cope?
The last that slipped away was strength and health
And left as string to life a thinning rope.
Breaking myself a path to foreign ground
I forced passage through hills of woven green.
No walking running lifeform could be seen.
The leaves and winds produced no single sound.
The target which I searched so brave and keen
Was carried forward while I marched around.
My inner soul felt hollow like a howling hound.
To not arrive I've left the place I've been.
What was the measure of success and wealth?
What thriving reason gave to fight and hope?
All happiness so hidden seemed by stealth.
Was there a means to ever really cope?
The last that slipped away was strength and health
And left as string to life a thinning rope.