My mind is afloat with many ideas,
Thoughts are ignited inside the eye of things which cannot be erased.
Can this path of life lead to the place that I can call home,
or is this something mysterious which I must venture alone?
Life leads me to places that I am destined to visit,
I have no control over this and I cannot miss it.
I see many faces, some familiar, some not so familiar;
And I think to myself what can this mean to someone so similar?
Buildings, churches, towns and cities,
Are these all of the places I can relate to so easily?
A hundred years from now all this questionning will no long have meaning,
Then I must focus myself on what I really want myself revealing.
And now the journey has come to an end,
I have reached the pinnicle,
My heart beats, I am one;
I am what I was always destined to become.