I can't know where I go
until the journey's end
horizons hide in mist
that I cannot suspend
I search to find the lamp
the story I was told
but fog obscures the night
and I am tired and old
I see no shinning view
for death to consecrate
horizons are like walls
beyond them lies my fate
the earth eclipses hope
my vision curved by space
I spin among the stars
to find my resting place
as I peer back through time
recalling every turn
I am forbid to know
the light for which I yearn
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