The Path We Follow

The moon burns with intimate red

No spotlight to guide us

We must follow the sea to bed

For only at night hope finds us

It casts a somber hue above

The ripe apple we all reach for

And as we sing our songs of love

We will look back on this burden we bore

If daylight finds us, we sacrifice life

We must be critical of every step

The apple drops further, soon overripe

In light we become dark, fleeting on a ship

The gourd above is our path to freedom

Use it to bathe and drink with

Do not speak of it to any kingdom

Our lives start with a single sip