What shall I do?

Now all passes with baffling rapidity, an astonishing pace

The more one looks in the mirror, the more one is blind to his face

What shall I do in such troubling times?

Yet are not all times troubled?

All futures are indistinct, clouded and vague

Indecision and doubt now more than doubled

We lash ourselves to great boulders to halt the horizon

If the path be paved or quicksand, all feels the same

Fear regains its dominion

Let all know its name

Against the tempest, reason and strength are lost

In chaos the wise man's words are only known later

Destruction is always the cost

Still to hope, still to wonder, still to dream

Forever born again am I a thing.