Doubts

These words I write no longer seem my own, I am fading away in the shadow of where they've grown. Once I was a raven standing bravely alone upon a field of cold snow, now I am afraid, covered, fallen and frozen... and still alone, at twenty below. In my dream I walk and walk and walk. Looking, for the treasure. I walk a thousand miles to find the place, where I can look into a mirror and finally recognize my own face. I go through large cities and small towns, gazing through the empty windows of what must pass, and still, nothing new is found. If somehow I knew I'd never die, Would I still love the birds sailing through the sky; The majestic mountains stretching way up high; Would anything mysterious move me enough to cry; Could I ever again gaze upon divine beauty and simply sigh? My heart has caused me to pursue wild tales of treasure from long ago. Up strange mountains, through rivers flowing, across deserts parched, and into canyons deep with drifting snow. I have chased the Gold that may not even exist... ...and loved every magic moment of it. I doubt I've ever entirely returned from even one adventure... ... and am only certain of this: though doubts I bear, I never shall fully return, nor quit.