The road calls us forward
Off the beaten path

Yours and mine; Will they merge or pass?

Broken street lamps
lead to such great heights
And these moments are just a fleeting trice

So whats there to gain in a paper-thin life?

A vapor, a miasmatic mist evaporated by the solstice light?

All we seem to do is destroy all that we know.

Are we just a mess, a light without its glow?

As I traverse these streets, kings rise and fall
And then I start to wonder how I can see at all.

Whats sight without light?
Ocean without water?
Air without wind?
And a flame without fire?

The light that guides the way forward
Lights the beacon home
And as I sojourn in this life
I dream of golden streets where Ill roam