Roads go ever ever on Over rock and under tree By caves where never sun has shone By streams that never find the sea/// I’m standing at the border where my comfort starts to fade, Where the road looks simple, but my brain feels like a blade. Every choice is heavy, every outcome feels like fate, I rehearse a thousand futures while the moment sits and waits. They say the journey’s calling, but my heartbeat disagrees— It’s pounding out the warnings only I can seem to see. This is the furthest I have ever been from what I know, And the smallest step feels bigger than the longest road below./// Roads go ever ever on Under cloud and under star Yet feet that wandering have gone Will turn at last to home afar/// I’ve lost so many mornings trying just to leave the door, Caught between the fear of failing and the fear of wanting more. My thoughts are like a tangle that I’m trying to unwind, Every thread I pull just loops around inside my mind. But the road won’t wait forever, and I’m tired of standing still— I’m learning that momentum doesn’t start with iron will. It starts with something smaller, something quiet, something true: A single step that whispers, “Let the world make room for you.”/// Over snow by winter sown And through the merry flowers of June Over grass and over stone Under the mountains in the moon/// I’m not the kind of hero who can charge into the fray, I’m the kind who hesitates but takes the step anyway. The road can stretch forever, I don’t need to see it all— I just need enough horizon and the courage to stand tall. If the journey keeps on going, then I guess that so will I— One trembling step at a time beneath an unfamiliar sky. Roads go ever ever on Over rock and under tree By caves where never sun has shone By streams that never find the sea The road keeps moving forward, and I’m learning how to start— Not with certainty or bravery, but with my honest heart. By caves where never sun has shone By streams that never find... ...The sea
