Traveling Through lands on a strange moonlit day
Finding not a place, between back and forth I sway
Seeking refuge in small parts, and large ones as well
Seeking to rest my soul near a well

I search near, I search far
And yet I seek on
For my journey is not done
My journey carries on
To find my resting place
But not of death, but life
To put my soul to the real test
For if it can hold, delight

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Lupar, in the year 324 AF.