A precipiceA place too highA principalDo not climbStay away from aetherAnd you’ll be safeWith all thee othersAmongst the plainsFind anotherSeems only too saneStill some otherNot the sameNow truly graspingThe sense of time passingDeeply knowingThe sight of white snowingNewly forebodingThe scent of life’s erosionWhat is this illusion?An interpretationTouched by treading high groundSo, where are you going?A place never found?Why are you going?It was never lostAlways bound