A sacred path, wrapped in dreams and mist. A tidal wave, a storm of remembrance. This road I walk is shrouded in mystery and clarity. A fire burns unending as a rush shrouds my existence.

I yearn for a path once known, inside and out. It belonged to me, this endless symphony. I cried many waters until my heart forgot the path. And then one night, you came to me and rewrote every story.

But I was left behind, again and again. I saw no further than lights that winked and blurred. The winding corners betrayed nothing, the trees that guided me, remained in mystery.

I stood at the edge and fate held me. In my dreams, you are always there. An endless road, the only way home.