Footsteps do follow me,
In the dark roads to my destiny
I choose not to turn back
But follow the aroma,
Spread by the outlandish flowers.
This place isn’t any new,
the same four rock pillars,
Where flowers hang down.
I know not, the color of it,
But the fragrance it spreads,
And waves my darkness away.
The fragrance wanes as time pass by,
Tossing me into darkness again.
I Ought to drag light into my way,
For destiny is waiting for me,
To barge in one day,
When I am done with my days,
Of hardships and wrath of the critic.
So I have ”Miles To go Before I sleep”