The moonlight shimmers down in beams onto the dirt path
One side light. One dark. As if cutting the trail in half
A man, lonely on the inside, but happy on the out
Walks steadily along, always pondering the other route
The trail is windy and strange,
no one could ever understand what its about
But at the end
Without a doubt
There is only one truth within this trail:
No one ever makes it out.