I wandered through the dark and ereie.
to find? to see? to be?
and had to pause at the inquerie.
the man had not many teeth, grey tots of hair scattered around his head.
I looked at him and replied "Meerly to see that I´m not dead".
He made a face most foul and cried "what youre trying to prove youre existens? dont you know sutch a thing can make you subside?"

"My walk is long and i fear my spirith weak, before i was an ocean now im meerly a creek. surely there can be no harm to find out, if you aint got far this very night?"
With a pointing finger as his only reply he scuddeld off in his vagabond cart.
and then he turned and muttred "have faith in who you are.."

As I walked on I found myself dreary,of what was he fearing? Surely we prove ourselfs every day by walking and talking , everywich way.

Could lack of belief really be a killer? I shrugged the thought away, but it only came out clearer. In that case what kept us going? was it will or just
unknowing? Suddenly i felt quite ill as if i was draining pipe,
and i thought am i going to be allright?

"Maby if i just stand still, my soul will finally get its fill" So i stood there and felt the nightsky all around the plane, I felt the trees reaching for the skies, i felt the water from afar and the ground underneith it all. when i heard the wind whisper "All you need is a name". Then the wind said "ill give you one if you promise to be like me"
I smiled at this and said youre name is already a part of me, youre name is Free"