We start going back on the road we take
Walking ahead to the outset behind;
That’s how of birth we are stepping to make
A ring back, on the track into the blind.
That’s a round trip we are destined to run
Climbing the hill and railing down the Slack,
And railing we signal the day is done
And what is done, a journey ahead and back.
Sure, we come going with the ticks of Time,
A distance measured by fate and we fall,
Never to stand again, never to climb,
Having been back and gone beyond recall.
That’s how travelers ahead walking back
Leaving impressions only of name
A memory of the walk on the track
And the track trails in smoke behind the Flame.