I sit in contemplation
In search of the road ahead
I know my life is open
My world a fragile thread
My past is but a memory
My future a walk toward death
My path a walk of learning
With each passing breath
I seek the song in silence
I seek the love in hate
I seek a thousand paths
Upon me is their weight
Upon which one to travel
I cannot choose but one
For all are right and all are light
For all paths are none
© Paganii 1994
