The Ramble

From the narrow fields strangled by mountains

The river flow into the sea

From the sea I set sail

Drifting into obscurity

With the moon as a fire at night

Through darkness I ramble

Falling into endless holes

Signing up with the devil

Foreign paths to be walked

New flavours to be devoured

Always silver lining at the end of the horizon

The unknown endless power

Shadows of the past get weaker by the hour

Yet the ghosts of my life never have felt stronger

Home is forever and it is as though I never disappeared

I am always gone yet I am always here