As I walked through the long and
winding road, there’s nothing but
the never-ending path.
No signs to see, no roadblocks.
The shadow of yesteryears is my companion,
that rambled on along my spirit.
I endured. I lived a thousand lives.
Yet it lingered like a plague.
I must conquer the unconquerable.
That I must strike thee.
This will not do, for I am not the
beholder of false reflection,
but the caged bird, eager to unbreak
the unbreakable.
In my hour of need, I have endured
and witnessed the consuming wickedness
upon man and its dominion.
So much so, that miracles are nothing but nought.
That the crowd became mindless maggots.
Let them sing like crows squawking.
For they can’t hear the violins playing,
the symphony a black delirium;
their hymn, from a hive-mind.
Here I am in the heart of nowhere.
I paused as I saw the two bending roads.
The blinding light spawned.
Should I follow the light?
I must persist. I must not look back.
Sep 14, 2025
Sep 14, 2025 at 11:22 AM UTC
As I walked through the long and
winding road, there’s nothing but
the never-ending path.
No signs to see, no roadblocks.
The shadow of yesteryears is my companion,
that rambled on along my spirit.
I endured. I lived a thousand lives.
Yet it lingered like a plague.
I must conquer the unconquerable.
That I must strike thee.
This will not do, for I am not the
beholder of false reflection,
but the caged bird, eager to unbreak
the unbreakable.
In my hour of need, I have endured
and witnessed the consuming wickedness
upon man and its dominion.
So much so, that miracles are nothing but nought.
That the crowd became mindless maggots.
Let them sing like crows squawking.
For they can’t hear the violins playing,
the symphony a black delirium;
their hymn, from a hive-mind.
Here I am in the heart of nowhere.
I paused as I saw the two bending roads.
The blinding light spawned.
Should I follow the light?
I must persist. I must not look back.
a reminder to self
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