Once again, I broke the pen, Turned my gaze away from roads, Abandoned too the stubborn dream Of reaching distant, silent goals. In chasing ends, I lost my soul, And now I wonder where I am. If ever found, I’ll ask myself — Was the destination worth the span? For even in the crowded throng, You never walked this path alone. I had myself, and God above — Yet still I strayed, and stood undone. I chased a world that would not stay, Its fleeting praise, its restless cheer. Until I quarreled with my own, And shattered into shards of fear. Now, even when the goal draws near, It fades, it slips, it disappears. And so… I turn my gaze aside, No further in those roads abide. The pen once bright, my dearest friend — I broke it too, and made my end.