A journey to oblivion: The chalk

credits for the photo @avtzis.petros
English version.

There is a path that opens up, beyond this door
There you will find, a brand new chalk, lying on the floor
Whiter than light, for you to have, to guide thoroughfare
Just pick it up, that is your hope, to find your way
Deciding how you want to go, from here, to there.

You can go left, you can go right. You can just stay, lay down a while
Do not be fooled, you can't erase, the line you draw is here to stay
That line curves, the life you lived, but worry not
As long you keep, a little piece of chalking light, you still can write
The paths you wish for in your life. From here to there

Don't waste too much, or keep intact, you have to write, but do it right
A gentle grasp is all it takes, don't force it much, it might just brakes
And when the chalk comes near its end, you must slow down, and just lay there
You'll see the light that you've create, with only a chalk, from far away
That path of light, that looks so fake, it was just you, from there to here
your journey to oblivion, can wait.