Through the pathway

Going through the dusty pathway, into the winds of confusion and anxiety
Though you think it's near but they were no nearer than stars...
I will stand and I will measure the distances unmeasurable...

Even if it takes me to go into the fables...
When one has no power, one bows against the no one..
When a lamb becomes a bate it becomes a pleading mortal...
Darker becomes the clouds, intense becomes the fear:
It all is the same you see from the front or you peek into the rear
Answer still lies in the womb of future;
The present still is in a need of nurture.
Remains the darkness, remains the magic;
The feeling counts though distances are tragic