Life is a path, a path that you are complete control of. I walk on an endless path, where there is no destination. The path asks me where is home? Come and search for me on the paths that are endless. My heart and my heart beat is in different places as I take this long journey to my hollow dreams. Throughout this path I breathe but why am I not alive why do I feel drained, why am incomplete?

Endless paths all around me,I choose the path from my empty heart. I chose this path but why do I feel it's wrong. The world is colossal, there are paths everywhere, but why do the world's path bring me tears... The one thing that erases me from myself.