I close my eyes and I see
a tiny golden thread beckoning me.
I want to follow.
I want to go.

I smell the sweetness in the air
as gentle breezes brush my hair.
I want to follow.
I want to go.

My ears fill with melodious song.
It sings to my heart like I belong.
I want to follow.
I want to go.

I step forward, light as air.
Golden whispers everywhere.
I want to follow.
I want to go.

Through tangled woods and silver streams
Drifting softly into dreams.
I want to follow.
I want to go.

A voice so tender calls my name.
Like candlelight, a beckoning flame.
I want to follow.
I want to go.

So I follow, light and free,
Drifting where the thread leads me.
No fear, no weight just golden glow.
I just follow; I let go.

I open my eyes and I see
The world still holding onto me.
I want to run.
But I don’t go.

Shadows whisper, soft yet strong,
Reminding me where I belong.
Though golden light calls from afar
I just stay; I guard my heart.