Did you choose to walk away, yet never strayed? Did you see the pristine, beyond the passing hours? Did your mind stray to the horizon? Was it a disorder to dream? There's no moment to dwell in, only what lingers ahead The treacherous footprints of a wanderer's path There's always another flicker in the distance A promise of something more Small things, distractions in the periphery The crippling weight of longing Insatiable remnant of the past Eyes to the Sun, I offer no reply