Like the road to my soul
Not evil; i hope
Just mysterious and obscur.
The trees are colossal
Forming a ceiling underneath the sky
So ravens will find no need to fly.
With an uncanny desire
i keep on walking
My expactations are not so high
Thee who hoped much died misfortuned
And thee who didn't never lived to tell
Here i am now
As ambigious as i have ever been
Hoping for a garden
Or the ashes of a broken dream.