Numerous are the roads, no destinations known
Open are the roads, few milestones known
Strong are the winds,
I am flowing with the winds
Big are the grounds, nobody leaves
Green are the grounds, nobody cares
Cool are the nights,
I am resting in the nights
Numerous are the roads, nothing known
High are the roads, nothing done
Nothing was done, Nothing is done
Nobody left, Nobody stays
Fleeting are the grounds, and
I am standing on the road
Big are the lands, everybody’s lost
High are the lands, everybody’s small
Bright are the wings,
I am following the wings
High are the peaks, nobody slips
Distant are the peaks, nobody stops
Deep are the rivers,
I am running on the river
I am running on the river, peaks are fleeting
I am running on the river, everybody’s leaving
I am running on the river, nothing’s changing
Peaks are fleeting, everybody’s leaving, nothing’s changing, and
I am running on the river
(This song is dedicated to procrastination and callowness of someone-you-know-who that someone-you-know-who has shown over the years in matters of career and education)