I walk to nowhere
                                                         ­                        in particular;

walking through my mind to my soul.
I find darkened, thorny paths
used by demons                                                           ­           
and bright, soft paths
                                                           ­       used by angels.

-
But I take none.
-

I forge my own path through
thorns                                                   ­                   
and
                                                            ­                meadows
creating a newer journey
that none have seen
to an end that I could never
                                                           ­       believe.

~Except~

-
I made it there.
-

To an end with crystal waterfalls
running to a see through pond.
No dirt but gems, winking at the sky.
Surrounded by benches of willing trees
and boulders
waiting for a climb.

Roses dancing through the grasses,
                                                        ­       fallen petals form the road
thorny stems weaving protection,                                                      ­
walling in my peace.

If you find me then you will see
                                                  me sitting in the shade
                                                        or swimming in the water
                                                         or climbing on my friends.

-
Here.
-

You will find me
all alone                                          
in the place
                                    I want to be.

A conscious decision made weeks ago
turns into a conscious action.
Talking and flirting to find the right one
who will take my meaningless title.
Finding a day and time to come together
and consciously act.
Going up and going down
waiting for the ******.
The one takes the time
and finally the meaningless title
is destroyed.

Going to the gym
Seeing the me that I hate
In the mirror wall