If I were to walk, what road would I leave?

One big and tall, or one forgotten and desolate?

Perhaps, there would be no path left behind.

If I were to hope, what would come of it?

A life of glory and fame, or one sad and small?

Perhaps, there would be no difference at all.

Beyond me lies no road, nothing but space;

There are stars that I reach for, but cannot grasp.

Will those lights simply fade when I cannot capture it?

Will that path behind, but nowhere ahead,

Can I travel across it?

Can I fill that width?

Do I deserve to?

With that melancholy, can I truly be me?

Should I take the leap into the abyss,

The one I am unable to scale?

What will I find at the bottom of that cavern?

Treasures, love, a reason?

Be that as it will be.

There is one thing that shall never leave my hold,

That is me, my knowledge, my past, my courage.

With that, I should thrust forth, into the pitch.

Others may jump in too,

They may tell me what they’ve found.

But, only I can find something for me.

What will fill that void in me,

One eroded with vile,

Blasted open by cruel Time?

Once I take the leap, I will fall for a long time.

Should I reach the bottom,

Undisturbed by the cold walls of this pit,

Can I find that star I had reached for?