Each path, a solitary trace,
Each path, a solitary space.
What good, what ill, a fleeting chase,
Each path, a solitary space.
A search, a quest that knows no end,
A search, a quest that knows no end.
Did something vanish, transcend?
Did something vanish, transcend?
Each path, a solitary space.
My mark on every form I find,
My mark on every form I find.
Within my home, what's truly mine?
Within my home, what's truly mine?
Each path, a solitary space.
The voices speak, their stories spun,
The voices speak, their stories spun.
Ask me? I heard, and nothing won.
Ask me? I heard, and nothing won.
Each path, a solitary space.
Though shadows gather at the door,
Though shadows gather at the door,
Demanding, seeking, nothing more?
Demanding, seeking, nothing more?
Each path, a solitary space.
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