Are you “the voice”?
Are you the voice that don’t allow me to fall asleep at night,
that is trying to tell me something that I can’t understand,
the ancient voice that is calling me since long time ago?
Are you the one, that one dark night hold to my hand, and showed me the light through the shadows.
Cause I hear your voice thousand times, across the time, the distance, the limits of earth.
Then I picked my package and started to walk, searching the source of that voice that still enchanted me.
But all that I found were just twisted signs and drawings on rocks. Old legends about a land protected by a Wizard, and her servant, a Tiger Moth.
Nothing else, and I turned back, searching for my foot prints, and I couldn’t find the way to return.
Nowadays I’m just here sitting in the top of this hill, counting the clouds that seems just as a deep slumber.