You know I believe and how...

Paths may cross and intertwine but for every man there is his own track. There is no sharing, no carpooling, mere company for a brief illusion of parallel highways. There is no one and only road. There are crossroads, valleys, hills, bridges broken and repaired. But in no way there is a sole line for all to follow. No holding hands eternally, no following one another, but amazing discoveries that two paths accidentally intersect.

Paths can cross, collide,

intertwine, flirt, deceive, combine,

separate, intersect, break apart.

Roads may be built of sand,

of dust, of ashes and salt,

of coal, of stone or clusters of ice.

Walk the line, run the track

stroll over iron bridges,

stainless carpets made of glass.

Take a step in the opposite direction,

be aware of where your feet are headed for.

No whatever, no goodbye, no senseless decisions taken in a flash of dark.

[I don't wanna leave her now, you know I believe and how...]