In a clearing for the first time,
I paced down the snow packed trail
Overlooking the peaceful forest below, Smiling.
Just then,
I saw an old man walking up the endless mountain
He struggle towards the opposite direction of where I'm going
And I begged him to stop.
I see the face of a millenia, a thousand years that's about to pass me by.
And the eyes of a weathered man beyond anything
I can fathom.
He defied time as I know it.
The ancient man said,
"Hey dream walker,
You are dreaming and walking the wrong way."
He points up the mountain that I have spent a lifetime dreaming and walking from.
As the storm rages on, so does the universe in the old man's heart, pushing forward.
I told him I just came from there,
There's nothing but mountains and snow.
He smiles and tells me as he continues on disappearing into the winter storm,
"climbing mountains and surviving
the dead universe is all I know."
