How long can I walk to hide the shadow?
Where I move it moves, when I sit idle it creeps,
To walk, to move, to journey the subtle trail.
I dreamt of the muses and the years grow
All that can live forever and sweeps
The age old paradoxes of life and death.
What is not dreamt ever is achieved.
We will grow together and together shall live
In the citadels of well-lit intellect.
Where to begin and what to thrive,
All hymns sing and all perceived.
In tribulations we will find our faith.