I left my home behind, and the stars opened their doors. A child in the desert, searching for answers with nothing but a heart to guide me. I met kings of empty crowns, drunkards drowning in their glass, businessmen counting stars but never seeing the sky. They spoke, but their words were hollow, their worlds too small for wonder. I travel on, I travel far, the journey is the only truth. Through silence, through loss, I carry the fire of friendship. What is essential cannot be bought— it lives in the eyes of a child. A fox came close, his voice a whisper in the dust: “Love is born when you give your time, when you tame, you become responsible.” And I knew the weight of bonds, the beauty and the cost of care. I travel on, I travel far, the journey is the only truth. Through silence, through loss, I carry the fire of friendship. What is essential cannot be seen— it beats within the heart. The snake showed me the door of endings, but endings are beginnings too. The desert sang of solitude, and in the stars I heard my rose. Her voice, fragile, eternal, guides me through the dark. I travel on, I travel far, the journey is the only truth. Through silence, through loss, I carry the fire of friendship. What is essential never dies— it’s written in the journey itself. I left my home behind… but in the stars, I found it again.
