My mind is afloat with many ideas,

Thoughts are ignited inside the eye of things which cannot be erased.

Can this path of life lead to the place that I can call home,

or is this something mysterious which I must venture alone?

Life leads me to places that I am destined to visit,

I have no control over this and I cannot miss it. 

I see many faces, some familiar, some not so familiar;

And I think to myself what can this mean to someone so similar?

Buildings, churches, towns and cities,

Are these all of the places I can relate to so easily?

A hundred years from now all this questionning will no long have meaning, 

Then I must focus myself on what I really want myself revealing.

And now the journey has come to an end,

I have reached the pinnicle,

My heart beats, I am one;

I am what I was always destined to become.