Losing yourself to find yourself.

Cloudy clusters of looming lava

Old and still like a proud Grandfather

Weather beaten faces

Paths to secret places

Time stands still

In the shadow of the hills

Where impressions are made

Over unpaved ways

A stop for shoe laces

And to rest red faces

Creates elated sensations

It reopens old spaces

Inside your subconscious

Connecting the dots

Nothing's better for the soul

Than a secluded natural spot

Young and old drink it in

Not paying attention to the skin wearing thin

Stress washes away when you're out in the wild

You can return to your old self

When you once were a child

With volcanic giants keeping an eye

You can walk through the past,

Through a time gone by.

And If you can do this with the ones you adore

You're the luckiest of people

And couldn't ask for more