Life treating me like an outcast as I slowly discover who makes up my existence
The journey in my mind is voluminous but cutting it up in bits for the sake of my existence.

Am left with the option of either moving ahead or holding on to my past
Still pushing myself to the limits I wouldn't want life to drop me in my past.

The journey is filled with a lot of destinations but the direction is seen by my compass
The path that is less travelled is the direction that am being pointed to by my compass.