In your journey,
do not take your impatience or discontent.
Disconnection from the world you inhabit
will not make you deep, desirable, or devil-may-care.
Instead you will find yourself departed.
When you reach your destination,
when the long, rolling roads have turned to gravel and dust
and when you stand,
on the head of a giant,
overlooking your conquered feat,
you will look beside you and see nothing.
Behind you and see no one.
In front of you; yourself.
And the cold, bitter wind you brought with you,
where there once was love.
Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 1:57 AM UTC
In your journey,
do not take your impatience or discontent.
Disconnection from the world you inhabit
will not make you deep, desirable, or devil-may-care.
Instead you will find yourself departed.
When you reach your destination,
when the long, rolling roads have turned to gravel and dust
and when you stand,
on the head of a giant,
overlooking your conquered feat,
you will look beside you and see nothing.
Behind you and see no one.
In front of you; yourself.
And the cold, bitter wind you brought with you,
where there once was love.
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