I, the charioteer of problems,
carry mortar,
and may disrupt peace
in your quiet grace.
Give me a chance
to put this mortar apart
and make it right,
and to get down from
this chariot of troubles.
Only the soulful can help me;
I am unguided, I don’t know.
Only you can compel me
to become a soulful person,
and I will be ready to
become your knight then.
