When crooked
lie tribunal paths, I
Time and again, pursue solid hope
that comes to and fro
and thither
with what is to Summer rain
as is to Winter ice
All either-minded or reposed
but my sink-or-swim
or flyaway heart is free to open sky;
Similar to what I want,
I
Oblivion,
give right to choose
or else deny
what other means
To run and course the wild river; none
When Time comes
to sink into Oblivion
I hope with all my heart
I choose to run
