Where I go, the shadows of the past stretch long and thin, never so very distant, never really there.

Where I go, dreams turn to ashes if not tended well enough — as if set on fire, whether they are meant to burn or no.

Where I go, time stretches out in an illusion of infinity, and grows shorter with every step one takes.

Where I go, love has been waiting for me — though when I get there, I find it is farther ahead, waiting yet.

Where I go, everyone will have wings, but none will know how to use them till together we inspire the wind.

Where I go, imagination’s door opens to a world beyond all worlds, leading up from the heights by a stairway made of stars.

Where I go, you may not follow, for you have your own path to go — yet I know we shall meet again.