on the road in this journey of mine
often times I simply lost my mind
running in front of what is behind
trying to unravel the mystery of why

Somehow I wanted to find the soul
of the living that I didn't know
to uncover on this winding road
a path that wasn't known before

Maybe I lost the map of my ways
in the remorse of latter days
and stumbled upon my own dismay
of what I thought I should had made

In reflection of what has come to now
I realize that it wasn't really the how
rather that I had no need to doubt
that to live is not to be without