There are no roads no destinations, no needs beyond my eyes There are no more barriers. It's open and anxious. Lost in an ocean of thought and suspense. I am the lone drop in an ocean of colors, brought to life by lack of meaning, Eyes open wide and burrowing into thought. Fear is present, O yes, but it is a companion, not a foe. And longing for more, for loss, for change. For naught.
We are the journeymen, the wizards of our travels. We belong to the victorious onward. We are alone and we are crowded. There may be nothing more for us but sound and water, bread and sky, but we are present within.
I've lost sight of the costly promises, the hopes and dreams of a lovers first touch. If it still exists, it is only in mirage and fantasy, a myth of a simpler time. But it lingers like an afterthought or a scent memory
Journey on my good man, and may you approach the truth on hallowed ground