Pathfinder ( original )

Brightest sunlight shines upon, it doesnt blind Suburban fireflies like little diamonds in the sky Vivid pictures flow inside corrupting my own mind To the place in time and space beyond a thousand miles They say dont go, maybe its a mistake Slip off and fall, sprawled on the lifeless land They say dont go, offering a new face Slip off and fall, catching up my own pace Howling wind is on my side and everyone behind Slouching through the heat and drifting towards faint desire Pillowcase made out of clouds on mowed lawn Glimpse of golden piles about which I ve been told They say dont go, maybe its a mistake Slip off and fall, sprawled on the lifeless land They say dont go, offering a new face Slip off and fall, catching up my own pace An empty trough, a pinch of gold There is no glory, only dirt