The roads on my map are straight and long.

The black rivers flow up and over.

The mighty mountains frame the landscape.

Blustery winds whirling from right to left.

Treasure to be found, "X" marks the spot.

Keep an eye out for round, thorned bushes.

Watch for the stinger of the bee.

Be weary of the web of unknown.

Secrets enveloped in a web of lines.

Discover yourself within me.