When I look back, I see the path
There are many, but not like this.
I see the others, but not their ways,
I see the start, but not the horizon.

When I look back, I see the people
Met along the way, so many.
I see the friends, enemies, strangers.
All behind me, with me, ahead.

When I look back, I see the places,
mundane, wonderful, calm, surreal.
I see the fights, the trumphs, the losses.
I see them spinning like a wheel.

When I look back, I see my reflection.
I see me growing, changing, learning,
I see me striving for perfection.
I see my flaws, ever burning.

But now no more, the past is past,
For now I look only ahead.
The path behind me's fading fast.
The path behind me's done and said.

For now I look the path before me.
The path that's hidden by the mist.
Now I hear the path implore me.
Find the future in your fist.

For the path does not define me,
it is nothing more than dirt.
The path I take's not made before me,
it's made within me, the love and the hurt.

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Daedalan, in the year 596 AF.