There is only one place, where you began;
and only one other place, where you will crow.
Where we’ll wander, none may know:
we’re all going, where we need to go.
Mould your hands and knead the dough:
your conscience speaks, the tide is low.
Where we’ll wander, none may know:
we’re all going, where we need to go.
The swallow leaps, yet the arrow’s slow;
I puff my cheeks, but my breathing’s faux.
Where we’ll wander, none may know:
we’re all going, where we need to go.
You wonder why, I left you so;
you ask to speak; I don’t say no.
Where we’ll wander, none may know:
we’re all going, where we need to go.