Looking down the track I’ve made, I would not change a step.
I cannot see a foot gone wrong, no need to hold it back.
I done the things I wished to do, I even done some more.
The love inside my mind is pure yet taunting will occur.
Twisted be impure traits of input, from outsider’s gates.
Yet time will tell if love is seen by ones who tread in fate.
A path of light with all the trimmings is one I wish to see.
My love is pure and not for show, yet cannot let it sleep.