I am what I have always been:
A man adrift upon the wind.
No place to go; no place to stay,
I wander on, my dues to pay.

I will be, perhaps, what is meant for me,
Though I may never make it across the sea.
This dirty desert stretches on,
My sails so short; my way so long.

I was before what I had to be
To be the man that now is me.
I praise my God by merely being;
I praise my God by merely seeing.

No man can see where it all will end;
I do not know which way to bend.
The night is clear, though still so dark,
And there are no stars for me to mark.

I was before what I had to be;
I will be what is meant for me.
I am what I have always been:
No man can see where it all will end.