Somewhere in Paris
A quaint café.
Quiet and soundless
A starry night
...
silent moon it sits and waits
oh the depth of which I cannot fathom
desperate toll and chasing wind
the sun left stranded in the night
...
The roads I have travelled are many and far
Often quite dangerous, over rivers they spawned
And so I moved onward, and forward I pushed
On the road I have taken
...
When the night settles down
and I left alone
I fend off the thoughts of you
The thoughts that leak into
...