Setting my eyes once more, upon the weary trail behind me,
Knowing of the times where the shadows darkened along the edges of the path,
Where the embers were buried so deep and could not grow,
Where the cold brimming tears fell, soaking the Earth.

Longing for the road to go where it’s commanded,
for it to open up to a sign of life,
for even a bit of rain.
Only long stretches of barren land lay restless beyond.

No turn in sight.
A heaviness has pulled my feet down,
as if the Earth swallowed them whole.
With the sun beaming in my eyes
and the heat causing them to shrivel,
the sunny days I see
get further and further away.

And yet, a fire remains.
Nothing shall stop me
from being propelled further ahead—
what is ahead of me?
The road ahead is beautifully unknown.