Chronos Poem by Salamon Atmosphere

We all do, stumble upon the crooked highway
Along the ditches there might be treats
We might jump across to see
Go looking for a while

Sometimes you end up chasing a hulder
Leaves you lost, all alone in the wilderness
Other times it will lead you upon clover
Sweet bushes of cloudberry

No matter where you turn
You will be going towards the end of the road
No matter if you stay
The road will lead you on it's way

But once you've walked those miles
Once you've had your clover and hulder
Make sure you have alot at stake
For when the road ends, you shall travel the lake