On Rout
We swear – take not forbidden fruit
But still want paradise!
We pass our wondering years on earth
But knowing naught of life!
We miss the clod beneath our feet
While thought is flying high.
We thought – the heart turned into stone
But still will cry through nights!
Our gain is but a gift to all
But still we count our loss.
We know - life is the branched tree
Yet walk the traveled paths…