Though some may say it is untrue,
all of my roads lead back to you.
Or better yet, you back to me —
of whom meets first, someday we’ll see.
No matter how far that you’ll stray,
or miles you’ll wander away,
to come to me is in your will—
and I’ll be waiting now, until.
And all you want you can deny,
—always unwillfully comply,
but this maze is no more than hooped—
Both you and I, forever, looped.
It’s not your fault, nor I of you.
Together, ever-binded to—
No more than fate, as one are we.
And all your roads, lead back to me.
M.T. || K.R.