There stands the giant,
Deep into the woods,
Piercing through the sky,
Seems unveiled but truly in a blanket of fog.

Feels like a quicksand,
Turning minds into souls,
Is that it ? When I wonder
There’s an impeccable weather of tranquility,
Still a surge of adrenaline.

Just a one-way passage through,
Passing over life’s stout path.
Progressing into oneness,
There’s although no answer
Yet on a quest to thrive is the clue.