The lavender has stained my skin and made me strange

People ask me how I’ve changed
I say it is a singular road
And the lavender has stained my skin
And made me strange

The lavender is tall and reaches
Beyond the heavenly cover
I plough through this furious world
Of which I’m truly over

There is in the world only one way, on which nobody can go, except you: where does it lead? Do not ask, go along with it.

Nietzsche, Schopenhauer as Educator