Endless spirits, restless souls,
drunken noises, withered toes,
splintered fingers, hair disheveled,
forgetting laughter, and all things cried for.
Who are these spirits?
Who are these souls?
Where do they come from?
Where do they go?
Where do they run to?
Who do they see?
Do they find their answers under roots of a tree,
or do they still remain wondering aimlessly?