I dance along the path
lonely emerald fields on either side
I gaze into the distant canyon
and know that I cannot enter
Every star seems to smile down this evening
each one shines its own way
and the world is quiet
it does not know I am here
The crisp air haunts me
its aroma seems too familiar
yes, but under different circumstances
this would be true
there seems to be an end
as the mountain peak swallows up the sky
my perspective is my weakness
outside the world is new…