He is walking along the road, lute in hand.
I ask him to play something.
He crouches, plays, and starts singing.
I am on my way back.
This is how my journey ends.
Or does it.
Inspired by a forgotten world,
I was able to reach deep into my own forgotten self,
Find my simplest values of life and humanism;
My true white picket fence.
Although life sometimes brings many losses,
There is always music around us,
A reminder that no matter what,
The Voyage must go on.