Like dust I am lost in the world I thought that I Had a place Between the heavens And the earths Between the starred sky I feel the crunch of dirt I smell the scent of flowers My aimless feet To be in the world And not of it That's the aim of the pain That's the aim I'm sorry that there seems No happiness in life I'm sorry that there seems No one Passing streams Dying dreams There seems to be no joy You cannot see the ships sailing You cannot see the sails sailing Amassing was Christ Amassing as Christ Outstretched