Although the path that I walk isn't there.
And where I'm here to wander,
Is a continuous circle.
Although, not all who wander are lost.
I want you to continue your journey.
And I know you will.
While I am stuck here,
I hope you're left to find paradise.
I don't expect to be greeted when I get out.
Nor do I expect to be guided out.
As for now,
My songs aren't quite over.
Somber, yes.
But not quite over.
I feel this world has reopened to me.
But yet,
I'm left with this hesitation.
This unease.
