I rambled alone    Just like a lonely wolf,    The wood ahead of me    And the mighty wind behind.    The road I saw,    It was so clear and real.    I didn't want to lose it.       And the thoughts    Which didn't let me sleep or rest    Flew faster than    My real time itself    And faster than the wind.    They chose the space, the skies    As their goal,    And took all of my passions with them.    They wished me to uncover a new way    Which could have brought me happiness,    And I could be conquered by no one.    I could be free    As if I ramble like a lonely wolf.