I strive to discover who you may be.

I want to pioneer the mountains of your mind, my boots leaving faint tracks.

I know it will all end when I reach the top; 

It shall just become another voyage.

Once I have finished scaling the complex caverns of your conscience,

I will return to the ground and pray I did not leave anything but the patterns of my boots in the soft outer layer.

As my journey continues, I will never forget my favorite mountain where I spent many sunsets basking in the protection of thick trees.

And when it is decided, I must go

I hope the next “pioneer” sees the soft patterns of past lovers and does not destroy what once was my home.