No brain, no blood, no oxygen

No sympathies, no pity
No worries, no white washed fences

No warmth, no tears
No mornings with words of phrases

No fear, no despair
No anxieties of every little sort

No doubt, no trouble
No tumult in this wordless work

Peace, I seek
Yet I seek it not you see

No hate, no darkness
Nothing to touch and feel and weep

This road, so far
I will fall, and stumble, and trip