It started as a hazy dream,
Somewhere between the times—
This haunting desire for clarity.
No more lies, no more lies.
No more getting on my knees,
Wanting, wishing, willing it to be.
It’s my mapless journey.
I’ll crawl, walk, run up every mountain.
I’ve clawed away the blindfold,
Fallen drunk on a world awash with color;
Climbed the warped picket fence,
Got splinters and saw blood like red wine.
This journey isn’t easy, but I’ll keep on.
I’ve cast those superstitions behind me.
Nothing can stop a mind set free.
The road’s clear, though winding, twisting, turning.
I’m not blind, not fenced in.
I see this journey for what it is.
A road to the end of my existence.
Another life leading to another death..
But no more getting on my knees.
I’m living this dream, walking this road ‘til I die,
To know the truth, to know why,
To never believe another lie.
The Mapless Journey of Truth
Never accept something until it is worth accepting. Never allow yourself to be blind when you can see a million colors. Never think once where you can think twice.
seraph, 5 months ago
one is not really a prisoner this enhances drive