Cenital

This is what illusion looks like when it appears
The summit where the roads grow
From the height you see
A horizon without end
And the total eagerness to navigate it

This is what disappointment is like if it happens
The plain where your path will end
From the sunset you see
The imposing nature of the mountain
And your path like a great decline

I walked here measuring time
That was taking me along in its uncertain walk
In the battle I was avoiding crossroads
And in the undergrowth my remains lie

I choose the course where my steps go
I stumble and the detours appear
I might regret the other paths I took
But I prefer to love what I have chosen
I might regret the other paths I took
But I prefer to ask to love what I chose

Take me somewhere
With huge skies
To see everything

I don't want to regret the other paths I took
Because I prefer to love what I chose

I don't want to regret the other paths I took
Because I prefer to love what I chose