going to the other side, I’ve found something you’d never suspect was there.
being from both worlds, part of me is from there, part from here, though I belong to neither
always against the grain, I’ve done it backwards, but it could not be otherwise.
beginning at the end was not my choice, sadly uncomprehending anything in my path
I see those passing the other way, and envy their certainty, unaware of the nothing from which I came
but it is I who travels in the right direction, back to the source
racing through stages, I know what they do not,
and I will finish happily.