He has come into the world, to the gifted mind in wrath, he will follow out the road and the bewilderd path, he is torn by tangled roots, he is trapped by polluted air, he will feed on fueled intentions and on cruelness, in dispair, he will pursue each day with full wide opened eyes, each in another light when thoughts of glory arise, till heaven opens overhead a vast crevice of the sky, and the trrees fron the ground grow thin and a deepening dustcloud swirls about, and every road leads to doom and none leads out,