Through the fog stumbling blindly,
With only the road in front to guide me,
The regions above providing light,
Shed upon the soul’s dark night.
Chasing bread crumbs on the ground,
Truth and madness, faith unwound,
The magic I seek comes from within,
Trust the heart’s compass to draw me in.
Finding balance and staying true,
Not an easy thing to do,
Science can give us one hundred years,
But it’s God who then allays our fears.
Up above, the stars so right,
Memories of other worlds shine bright.
The key to clearing the mists below,
Through our own essence, ebb and flow.