To the west love waits for you
Counting closely each patient breath
Each one bringing two hearts closer
Slowly creating a whole of pieces scattered
Due north lies a shackle for sleepless nights
Caused by dreams of humble glory
Where ideal ideas of inspiration and truth
Roam free in a land designed fenceless and free
Before lies two distinct trails
Each with promises of a treasure that glistens
Brace the mountains for that piece of your soul
Or travel the darkened woods of dreams unsure
With a flip of the coin or roll of the die
Put your faith in the cupped hands of fate
Heads or tails something big will begin
Even or odd slip down the stream of life