Dec 13, 2006 20:59
I hike and I hike
For each rabbit
I choose and I lose
Like a habit.
I see and I leave
It all behind
I run and I run
From the hindsight
But why must a search turn cowardly?
At every single turn in which he finds,
A domain in which he decides,
To set its fire ablaze
And let it be tossed to the waves?
Cowardly, the search is just.