Trodden paths they seem outdated

To many reasons I have stated

The path divides I have to decide

A new life, a new way to stride.

Hollow eyes are watching me

Tell me which way to go

Do not believe the fading footsteps

In this winter`s snow.

Hear the thunder coming down

Dreams of forbidden lands, where I do drown

Here at the hilltop, proud I stand

A new beginning at the end

Trees that have seen many ages

I hear them speak to me

Moving forward, hide away

The consequence is hard to see.

Reflecting 'bout what might be

A life of lust, and restlessness

Or full of love and warm retreat

The goods I currently posses