Years have passed

Years have Passed since leaving home
journeying, a traveller alone
I am walking, my friend! Walking
away from the beginning, toward an end unknown.
Years have passed.....

Every morning I set out to walk
and every evening I light the stars
when every day ends the same way
Why does it make me so afraid?
Years have passed.....

When, as I go, wherever I stay
feels like my house to me
if I were to retrace to my steps tomorrow
how would I know my home?
Years have passed.....