I am the gray clouds streaking down through the sunset,
amidst the top –
floating on orange cliffs –
Saturated in old beginnings…
and new endings…
I find this fork,
this path in life,
the path in time to be
what I have been growing for,
what I have been waiting for,
what I have been yearning for –
And here I go
onwards on,
onwards on,
on and on…
to the desert
out west –
following the sunset,
following the sun
set.
And as the road continues,
the road continues
onwards
and
on –
My life continues,
my life continues
onwards
and
on –
And I shed my past,
a snakes skin,
I shed my past and leave it there –
behind the border that I crossed,
I leave it over there.
And will I remember?
Oh, I’ll remember.
Yes, I will pray for you.
I will always love you.
But, it hurts, you see?
It hurts, you see,
to be kissed by a glimmer of hope
that shadows my past like rising smoke,
a haze.
A ghostly mountain.
A maze that only
maybe will be solved.
And I can I be patient…
Oh, honey for you,
I would walk a thousand moons,
but I must move on too.
I must move on too.
