We are the travelers in the woods, the prisoners free—
forgetting the villages we are from,
not knowing how to reach our golden coasts,
seeking out the seeds
of what we might become,
running from the ghosts
of who we used to be.
-x2A
We are the travelers in the woods, the prisoners free—
forgetting the villages we are from,
not knowing how to reach our golden coasts,
seeking out the seeds
of what we might become,
running from the ghosts
of who we used to be.
-x2A