At the End

Trodden paths they seem outdated To many reasons I have stated The path divides I have to decide A new life, a new way to stride.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