I follow it, hand over hand, blindly.
Once I thought it stretched out before me forever,
but that was a childish illusion.
It is only the past knots that I feel; that I know.
If there are more to come, they remain unknowable.

I follow it, hand over hand, blindly.
Once I thought it stretched out before me forever,
but that was a childish illusion.
It is only the past knots that I feel; that I know.
If there are more to come, they remain unknowable.