The Gods of the Way

It is twilight and I am on my way
Following another whose stride
I cannot match
He disappears

Now I have no path
Nothing remembered
The mountain calls to me
Go Up

I ask the gods of the way
How shall I go?
In silence

I ask the gods of the way
Who chose this path?
Your dream chose it

I stop
The gods within rule from whose dreams?
The dreams of the fathers in you

I go in search of what
Does not rule from the heights
I want to be down here where I can breathe

Turn toward home while you still can
Let the fathers pursue their own deaths