The passage way
Years ago
Where it leads
Don't yet know
Under leaves we're
Incognito
The passage way
Is overgrown
We'd rather stay
Than go back home
Where it leads to
Debris blows
Scattered seeds might
Let you know
We'll proceed through
Sun or rain
Without Pangea
It's not the same
Where it leads
Don't yet know
Under leaves we're
Incognito