The Path to a place called Self

A song, a poem about my journey through a horizon of shape shifting forms towards the one called Hope.
I wrote this on a plane - with the fading warmth of an amber sky throwing a faint light on my fingers, peachish grey clouds huddled up like deep converstation and Coldplay trying to help drown out the sound of a crying baby, a tag that reads " not all those who wander are lost" and me thinking "lucky them."