What happened to the revolution . . . did it die?
No it did not die . . . it lives and it is waiting.
What is it waiting for, if it lives? . . .
. . . It is waiting for you.
What happened to your greed . . . did it die?
No it did not die . . . It became too much and fell down,
But it lives in pieces,
. . . at the foot of the mountain.
What happened to my happiness . . . did it die?
No it did not die . . . It simply got lost, and you forgot where it was,
But it lives in a place . . .
. . . were you can find it again.
What happened to your sadness . . . did it end?
No it did not end . . . it became a loving companion
Left you for someone else . . .
. . . It was so sure you would miss it.
What happened to my hunger? . . . did it stop?
No it did not stop. It is with me now.
But I trust it . .
. . . it tells me the truth.
