All I’ve planned is to go.
I don’t know if I’m running.
I don’t know what I’m chasing.
It’s to easy to embrace the new,
Difficult to leave the old.
Dreams like mirages
Where our only method to reach is hope.
Doubt, confusion, straightforward sign posts,
Back and forth, from comfort, to the unknown ,
I roam and roam

Plans I made and had and changed.
Things I did not know.
I thought of
how or when or why.
Curiosity this rather charming stranger,
Uncertain of his path,
I like his company,
and follow him on his tracks.
Where simplicity’s a far off land.

Delirious with disenchantment
Dull eyes and worn out roads,
I’m sad and joyful of this place called home.
Where settling seems like a rude alarm.
Futile thoughts of the future and the past,
Which cause absurd anxieties with stranger remedies.
Never mind,
All emotions grow from the same tree.
My misfortune must be my own mistreatment
Of my consciousness,
Just nurture yours with discipline,
Keep out parasites of pleasure.

Yet one sweet con is opportunity.
I sweat and drawl once again,
Drawn in by the lights.
Yet it’s night and I should sleep.
I was estranged by my own mother - Nature.
I took to feral life, raised by politics and science.
Built on foundations of blood and lies and slaves,
I felt half man, half beast,
Made myself a labyrinth,
To find myself a path,
I asked a lot of questions,
Only to encounter more,
To find a meaning to this thing called life,
Which is the cause of death.

Yet I love life to the extent,
I do not wish to ruin beauty.
But what’s a man without hope?
What’s the of use caution knowing death?