There is a road that starts nowhere
A road that no one takes
The road that leads to god knows where
It is called the Traveler's mistake
The path curves in places where there is no need to
And drops before the rise
Its prodigal in its futility
A road not meant for the wise
It swirls up high on a mountain top
Looks over the kingdom like a raven
Really unwinds in it's quick drop
In hurry of the falling heaven
If you stay still on that eerie path
Nature reclaims you back
You can hear your feet and nothing else
In that lonely track
When you meet a fellow traveler there
You resist your tempt to talk
Cause they are the ghost of travelers past out to scare
You out of your course of walk
And the path doesn't end till you are lost
to the world and to you
Then you haunt back in your present track
Start your journey anew