Wheeled without will within world
Waiting on eternity, another world
Deployed with task for a time on earth
Delivering result after body’s death
Every being must hunt some treasure
Even if idle, unconsciously venture
Main facilities are but within
Merely superficial are those seen
Though they keep hunting
The hunted never lacking
He shoots and is shot
He wastes but is not (waste)
Aged servants, kings, no one knows
A one thing that will stay the soul
Who has taught them how to hunt?
When souls hunger and inspirations taunt
What can hide from history?
When laboured generation betrays
The search, today, tomorrow – happy-stress
Together in this place, His universe
