The Path

In clouds of colors
mountains high
alone and far from strife

gasping air
feet flying free
I chase the scent of life

Soul in flight
heart on fire
I charge at hidden schemes

In icy mist
white blinds the path
lost visions of my dreams

I stumble then
mistake my tread
and face falls into snow

It now becomes
a simple choice
To answer “yes” or “no”

No I stop
or Yes I go
in search of my true name

I choose,
plunge on
to find my path

I choose life’s mystery game

Tio Stib
© 2014