Notes

Through all my logs of distant skies I chart the stars and changing tides Yet every road I wander through Feels like it’s waiting here for you Golden fields beneath two suns Calling me to finally run Toward a place I’ve never known Yet somehow feels like coming home I’ve searched for mountains, seas, and skies A million worlds of different kinds But maybe what I’m looking for Is something hidden from my eyes. Sometimes I trace forgotten lines Old constellations left behind Though there’s no use in looking back The stars won’t lead me there again No point in clinging to the past A fading signal lost at last Yet every time I drift alone I hear an echo calling home