• Stepping through the fog
    What lays ahead, unseen?
    Do all the roads cross…
    Or is it just a dream

    Have all the years gone
    Without a second glance
    At those who came before
    And those who have gone hence?

    Broken down, beside the road
    Sits the man that you could be
    Left behind is the boy of young
    Ahead stands the elder man by the sea

    Turning back, to look behind
    For once in the life
    Choices bringing both light and dark
    All before the ending stab of a knife