At the End

Trodden paths they seem outdated
To many reasons I have stated
The path divides I have to decide
A new life, a new way to stride.
Hollow eyes are watching me Tell me which way to go Do not believe the fading footsteps
In this winter’s snow.
Hear the thunder coming down
Dreams of forbidden lands, where I do drown
Here at the hilltop, proud I stand
A new beginning at the end
Trees that have seen many ages
I hear them speak to me Moving forward, hide away
The consequence is hard to see.
Reflecting 'bout what might be A life of lust, and restlessness
Or full of love and warm retreat
The goods I currently posses