• As you wander, through the city of unknown
    Don’t you wonder, what is truly unwritten?
    In a world built on dreams, bricks, dirt, and paper reams
    Is the world what we see or simply an image from our dreams?

    We keep on walking, never letting go
    Reminding ourselves to stay on the road
    But what should we do when the road always traveled by,
    Collapses to rubble in the blink of an eye?

    Who will keep on walking without a path to guide
    Keep on trekking through the storm before our eyes?
    Should we give up and simply let go?
    What happens when there is no longer a road?

    Those who keep walking somehow find a way,
    To keep on dreaming and make it through the day.
    What they do and what they see
    Will always to me, be that one mystery.