The Final Journey
The road has grown narrow, the shadows are long,
I carry the echoes of an old, distant song.
No map for this path, no stars in the sky,
Just the soul and the truth, as the moments fly by.
I reach the horizon where the two worlds meet,
With the dust of the ages still worn on my feet.
The final encounter, the end of the strife,
Is the journey back home, to the essence of life