Trodden paths, they seem outdated
To many reasons, I have stated
The path divides, I have to decide
A new life. A new way to stride.
Trees that have seen many ages
I hear them speak to me
Moving forward, hide away
The consequence is hard to see.
Hollow eyes, are watching me
Tell me which way to go
Do not believe the fading footsteps
In this winters snow.
Reflecting 'bout what might be
A life of lust, and restlessness?
Or full of love and warm retreat
The goods I currently posses?
Hear the thunders coming down
Dreams of forbidden lands, where I do drown
Here at the hilltop, proud I stand
A new beginning at the end?
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