The road goes on endlessly
Far from the door from which it begins
Now the road has run ahead
I must keep up with it at all costs
I must chase it with wings on my feet
Until the crossroads with a wider path
Where trails and paths join
And then where will I go?
Nobody knows
Sitting by the fire, I reflect
On the world that will be
When Winter comes one day
But I don't see the face of Spring.
Sitting by the fire, I reflect
On the people who lived many years ago
And those who will see a world
That will be unknown to me forever
But as I sit reflecting on time
That has fled so fast, I anxiously listen
And wait for footsteps and voices to return

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