What do you do

when the stars go dim,

and the fire in your chest

burns low on a whim?

Do you sit with the quiet,

let the silence speak loud,

or chase distant echoes

that hide in the cloud?

What do you do

when the road fades away—

do you draw a new path,

or just choose to stay?

What do you do

when your heart wants to roam?

Do you follow it blindly,

or call yourself home?