Once there was a way to go back homeward…

Now the road is lost. Now the time is gone. All that is left is a future full of pale shadows,

To travel the far distances of places strange and foreign.

The certainty of it all beckons and gives way to the fear that has been building inside.

It is an expected outcome, a weight that must be carried, diligently and with a smile.

Love is dead. Long live Love!