Here, then, I stand.
Ahead of me, a long road.
A road of all that is good.
A road of all that is bad.
A road of everything and nothing

Here, then, is the path.
The winding stones stretch
into the beyond.
Stretching through bright fields
of memories.
Stretching through the murky undergrowth of the future.
Stretching through then and now.

Here then, lay the cairns.
The weather-beaten signs stand.They stand, bearing heartfelt messages.
They stand, engraved with
incomprehensible sigils.
They stand, meaning everything and nothing.

Here then, I walk.
I set my foot down, and begin
to step.
Step through the undergrowth
Step through the clouds.
Step through the highs and lows,
until one day, I will see
the brightest darkness.