Taking the leap, just to fall down
Staying one way, you begin to be stuck
Turning around, you want to look back
The plants grow, wither, and eventually begin to brown
Keeping down a path with no real roots
On this path, you walk alone
With dark and gloomy spaces
No fair flowers nor sweet berry fruits
Not a bitter frosty cold
Not a boiling summer sauna
Just the empty dry air that gets caught in our throats
The one that keeps us coughing to remind us
We’re getting old
Still, you keep trekking this path
Determined to see something in the distance
A glimmer, a trickle, a bright spot
Knowing that somewhere the air is clear
That this impetuous darkness will end its wrath
No matter how treacherous
No matter how empty
No matter the cost
No matter how hard it is to walk
Deep inside you know
It’s the path worth walking
Even if it’s just a chance
For the glimmer to come
Like the wind that blows