The Path to Nowhere

His journey is a lonely one, He travels through the night, On a long path to nowhere, Just looking for his light.

Living his life out in the open, But still hidden from everyone, On this long path to nowhere, What has driven him to run?

She rides in the daylight, Hair gleaming in the sun. But it’s an act of desperation, In the disguise of being fun.

On a long path to nowhere, She got lost along the way, Everything at her doorstep, But she just wants to run away.

And they sang together in the moonlight, From the darkness of their caves, 100s of miles between them, But nothing had really changed.

It seems that time waits for no one, As we swim through its sandy hills. Only our faces wear the lines, Etched by the battles of our wills.

They say it’s not about the outcome, But about what we have learned. Yet the grass is always greener, After the lands been blackened and burned.

Finally fate turned a corner, And from the shadow lands emerged, The rider in her costume, Standing silently upon the verge.

Across the hills the sun slowly set, Lighting up nowhere’s path. She waited there for the runner, Oblivious to the aftermath.

He appeared from the shadows, And she breathed in his spirits song, She felt as though she’d never left him, But he had continued on.

And they sang together in the moonlight, From the darkness of their caves, 100s of miles between them, But nothing had really changed.

It seems that time waits for no one, As we swim through its sandy hills. Only our faces wear the lines, Etched by the battles of our wills.

They say it’s not about the outcome, But about what we have learned. Yet the grass is always greener, After the lands been blackened and burned.

As the darkness once more encompassed all, she dropped her bloodied knife. Devouring her lonely, tortured soul, Memories of their once shared life.

For nostalgia beckons lonliness, Fanciful versions of the truth, We weep for a past that never happened, The lost naivety of youth.

And he’s been to everywhere, As he searches for the sun. And she’s still only been to nowhere, Yet time was filled with what she’d done.

They sing at last together, For one final show, As the distance fades away, Their voices only grow. Then like owls that bask in the moonlight, They fly silently away, Put forgotten pasts behind them, On the path to somewhere new, today.