I sat in my wooden cabin
With my feet dipped in sorrow
Looking outside the window
Into the eerie silence of the forest
Into the vast desert of loneliness
Into the diamond streams of water
Into the high dreamy mountains
And said unto myself
Who can understand its beauty?
In seclusion I sat with my clock
It was then that I heard a knock
‘I have the treasure, my friend
Will you open the door?’
Although secluded and alone
I would not open the door
For the treasure hunter
For whom I had no answers.
In seclusion I sat with my clock
It was then that I heard a knock
‘Here’s my heart, my friend
Will you open the door?’
Although secluded and alone
I would not open the door
For the shattered heart
For whom I had no answers.
Many a men have stumbled before
Knocking down my door
Some with their dying love
Some with their ragged riches
Some with their sunny sorrow
Some with their lost art
But none of them ever understood life.
Listen closely, my friend
Behind my ramblings you will find
The words to the door
Where you will find your answers
But before you do that, my friend
Search for the question
For what will you do with the answer
Without the question?
