The Road goes ever on and on

Down from the door where it began.

Now far ahead the Road has gone,

And I must follow, if I can,

Pursuing it with eager feet,

Until it joins some larger way

Where many paths and errands meet,

And whither then? I cannot say.

Black is the colour I see.
Black is all I see.
Black is the darkness I fear.
Black is all I fear.

Life's darkest shadow has been hurled upon me.
I cannot escape.

Through darkness I see tranquility.
Through darkness I create.

I am an artist,
And that is what I am.
I create,
To recreate.

You start from a seed.
You are planted underneath.
You start in the womb.
You are planted inside.

You begin to peek.
You begin to seek.
You embrace the touch of the sun.
You embrace the cosmos.

You grow taller.
You get higher.
You extend to the horizon.
You expand your mind.

You burn brighter than the stars.
You glimmer in your colourful essence.
You outshine the rest.
You radiate the power within you.

You whither and squeal.
You long for strength.
You shrivel and burn.
You long to live.

You have bloomed
You are *doomed