He knew he needs to leave one station
but the change requires
the current to flow swiftly

He felt apprehensive
said sorry to himself
for feeling afraid

Between different conditions
he knew deep inside he was inconstant
but fear blinded the brave,
one step forward was extremely hard
for him to take



Look around you
freely scattered gifts can be found
But it all fade away
like an evening shadow in your eyes

You’re trembling
there’s longing
strayed like something’s lost
then quieted yourself

“Have no fear,” your nearest whispered
“Look into triumph,” your dearest taught
“Run and find the arrows I shoot,” said the Good Father,
“Don’t stop.”

Go find the arrows
Don’t stop
Something must happen