there was this thing i had to tell you
but before i could say it, i forgot
and all these tangled roads i've wandered,
before i even started, i was lost
but there's this fork that splits the highway
and i know i'll have to choose
one road leading to the sun,
the other to the moon
and right there in the middle,
is a flower made of time
it points in all directions,
while facing to the sky
and protecting it, from greedy eyes
is a circle made of trees
and when i climb them to the top,
my eyes begin to see
the wind, it blows right through my heart
and covers everything with love,
while a whisper from behind me says
"as below, so is above"
i'm lead back down onto the earth
just as it starts to rain
and i spin around to realize
i don't know from where i came
so i take the road that winds and curves
and hope it is the moon
let out a prayer to that face up there,
to say i'll be home soon