Not knowing

...humming an old tune,
he walked in the woods
not knowing where he was going,
where he would go,
what he was doing,
what he would do.

A young sapling that was thrown,
he picked up and soiled
and went ahead along an unknown path,
not knowing where he was going,
where he would go.

All his dreams he dreamt
he had fulfilled, the rythms
of coins, he heard for long
but one day, he was bugged.
and discovered that"Not knowing"
was surprising and fulfilling.

So he moved on,
not knowing where he was going,
where he would go,
what he was doing,
what he would do...