The Path

As I let the path walk me

I traverse the unnamed directions

The lost places that flicker in my mind

Where the world is an enormous map

Full of cryptic symbols and signs 

That dot the wriggling trails 

Endless trails that spread like branching roots

Under the ground in the dark 

Trying to elude my dream 

The dream of going round and round 

Into the turquoise-blue ocean 

Up to the silent mountains 

Where clouds lying low 

Nearly touch the fingertip of my hand

And they just drift away 

Tracing every footstep I forsake

On the path I leave behind 

So I return to where I begin 

With my weary legs that know no bounds 

I start to hatch another dream 

Another path that allows me to walk 

To the end of the world 

-written at Wray Castle, Lake District, UK