Time is not on our side.
It never knows where it wants to go.
It always lead to a path that is hiding withing the vines.
Not answering the questions that the walls hear all too well.
Leaving guesses so that the trees have something to whisper.
One day a journey will soon end.
Then you will not know where it all begins.
Just because the winds blow does not mean that anything was seen.
Misconception 