Sounds of Silence

Silence abounds along my path,

The wind whispers its songs.

It's like this is another world,

One where I don't belong.

...

The scenery's unchanging,

Just ruins, trees and grass.

Artifacts of the gods perhaps,

Or from the distant past?

...

I don't know what road I travel,

If a road exists at all.

But there's a world of mystery here,

And I'm compelled to see it all.