The flowers dry, rot and die;
Summer waxes, Fall to come.
Useless thoughts drift upon my cluttered mind,
All I've known was forgotten.
Where I walk no print is left;
The path is veiled, senseless.
All the world has been worn down before me,
I do not know where I tread.
The sun tilts, rosen hues bloom;
Wherever has the day gone?
For I haven't taken a single step,
And night is already here.