Alone, I've stayed my worldly route,
because I've traveled afar as a principled scout.
The likes of you has past me long ago,
but now I've encountered your crossing route.

Don't really know how to proceed,
and why we sometimes must red blood bleed.
So easy to be led astray, when it's time for you to hold and sow
the seeds of hearts on the everlasting plateau.

These wheels, which takes me near rivers and the red orange sky,
has forks in its long and shapely thigh.
Don't know what I really need,
but you have the beauty that far exceeds my greed.

Jan. 31, 2000, PARC.
Revised Sep. 4, 2001