Lake ice broke

At this point in life

I suddenly woke up

across the lake;

the ice and snow is gone;

my feet are wet.

At this point in life

my route plan failed

as the ice broke;

this is the map border

and darkness comes.

At this point in life

I just found myself

lost in the forest,

and heading into it

to seek a path.

I am at a point in life

which is the core

of my loneliness;

from this cold, clean soil

some time… something… may ascend.

At this point in life

I ask myself

the existential questions;

if a tree falls in the forest,

was there a natural cause?