Cobbled stones weathered paths
Hills that paved an ancient past
Metal posts that light the way
Things unseen remain this day

From the east and to the west
The turn of time shall never rest
With conviction one must stand
Benediction in my hands

Search not for truth but let it show
A man thus judged let it be so
As seas part ways & skies close up
All shall be seen, all will be touched

Remember me & let it go
I have to join the coming flows
To meet my past & see myself
I’m nothing more than cobbled stones


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