In a new direction, ever onward,
My footsteps trace a fresh decree,
Forgetting then those whispered words, the night,
I lose the path that leads me home, again, to be free.
These roads alone, my destination's call,
And I, a wanderer with a restless heart,
Seek shores elusive, mysteries I seek,
The hidden address, torn apart.
Life, a quest unfolding, vast,
A hundred longings in the breath,
Thus pondered, life, a fleeting cast,
A shadow mine, across the death,
A shadow yours, until the end.
Yet voices claim, with solemn air,
That destinations are not found,
Yet voices claim, and do declare,
That hidden destinations are nowhere bound,
But what can I say to them, my friends?
This tangle holds its own profound, its own, sweet sound.
Life, life,
A quest, this living,
Life, life,
A quest, this giving,
Seeking, the joy so bright,
Seeking, laughter's light.
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