Along the bank of a stream I stood
Watching wearily of the dancing nymphs beyound
Wondering if to continue was to never to look back again
Or was it just the next step of a Journey
But though I stood there, life would surely pass on by
Without me to follow it gladly
And if that were to be the case, I doubt things would ever change
For the better of my enlightenment
So readying to go
I looked back once more
Knowing that from then on, I was out of the mortal realm
Never to come back
To never be who I was again