where ?

before the rain it was all so clear
the path through the woods marked with stone

i wonder through this
i stop wandering
i dont understand
i never will

barefoot trudging on
rocks sha(r)ped by 2 years of erosion

i wander through this
i stop wondering
i can understand
i always have

even through the rain glimmers of surety
the corridor cast in stone and inevitable

i am this
i am this