The road that was clearly marked seemed to disappear
and the moon cut itself into half.
The rain stopped, its droplets trickled down from the invisible tree.
They touched me and told me, I am lost.
I asked the rain, the moon and the tree,
"Where did I intend to go other than where you took me?"
They all fell silent, the moon disappeared behind the clouds.
The wind started blowing and whispered in my ears
"To be lost is to be found"