I lost the map. Rain fell soft. No roads, no signs, just moss and rock. Something hummed— not quite sound— just enough to turn me around. No voice, no shape, but still you speak— through rustling leaves and bathroom leaks. You don’t arrive, you just are near— a hush that melts the edge of fear. You are the path with no design. You show up most when I resign. You never shout, you never try— my faithful guide beneath the sky. I dropped my plans— they flew like birds. The hill replied with no words. A breeze came in, no name, no past. My fear dissolved. It didn’t last. A gate appeared, then turned to tree. It bowed to me— or maybe me to it. No face, no sound, just space, just grace. The kind that leaves the faintest trace. You are the path with no design. You show up most when I resign. You never shout, you never try— my faithful guide beneath the sky. Still here. Still now. No need to fight. Just one more soul inside your light. ───── [Lyrics © Mario Caoile]
