At first there's reason to be wary
"Stepping out"...it can be scary.
So much of me feels left behind,
but is it really changing who I am?  

Just a thought, just one reflection,
yielding the courage to change directions.
A moment at last, to understand the soul,
guided and not cursed, by the man above.

The truth of the matter is I never changed course,
but a life that's not lived, that's a worthy remorse.
Yes, so much of me I've left behind,
for its already played part in who I am.

I make a promise to myself
To avoid the past and think of tomorrow,
In the dusk the world is a bitter reddish hue,
Under this happy sky with people dying in war,
It's just what we need to make certain that
We will "make it through," with "endless" life,
But there is really no other way I'm told.
You who deface nature for yourselves alone,
Trash the earth we were given that keeps us alive,
Even then you eat off of plates of gold.
We are your fools who sit in the library,
Reading some important history about
"Non-essential" needs of love and
The glory of the way of tribes past.
Whatever I am saying-even this moment
I'm being laughed at far and wide.
I'm wrong! I'm stupid. Go ahead, say it.
We're going the right direction, leave no stone
Un-turned, let no animal in the woods hide!
You will still show me "perfection" in destruction
And death once I let you get inside my head,
If we are the future, it's already dead...

north
find me where I'm most alone
before my fleeting feelings
turn to stone

east
don't let me turn the other way
if you ever think I'm slipping
hold my gaze and make me stay

west*
hold the coffee to my nose
the warmth smells like home
and keeps me close

south
don't you ever say you're sorry
for taking care of me
for helping to melt away
the ice I was meant to be

*be my compass
guide me for our sake
for you're already the direction
I want my life to take

Lessons that’d keep coming throw me against rocks and stars
Vacuum the space of stories I cherished
the bibliography of another misunderstood wanderer

Fresh is today, yet dusty is mind’s wraparound
Begging the soul to hold on to the noose
to paint the portrait with wounds’ blood

Dissonance thrives
Yet roots are growing

Flurried, awaiting the washaway
from someone lovingly reaching out, understanding, acknowledging
giving nothing more but a smile of compassion

The dance awaits
for dissolution of sown death

No future will come for the waiting ones

I’ll sculpt all within and without that I can
I’ll keep on refusing to stop at the mask
I’ll strengthen what needs to become stronger
and tear down all which was never meant to be

In the end there’s only one direction

Wobbly knifes, nervous on
diner tables
How are you?
I wish I didn't know why
you are not here
exploring foreign floors
together where our feet meet
sinking into waiting steps
the hum's amplitude increases
as I fade out
to a state of mind
framed around you
built upon your grounds

Blurry eyed under hotel covers
where a man on a mission
scales fences that block
building backs.
This unanticipated destination
where have we found ourselves
by getting lost?

A few things in mind,
few important.

A few things planned,
few defind,
decided upon other few

In the meantime also discussed upon something that is important, which needs to be kept in mind.

What remained in mind after doing all this is the importance of time,
really finally it’s time that is important.

Time is important regardless of the fact that most of the time everything needs to be done on time
Experience is gained when efforts are made in the right direction, however, expertise follows later on again explaining the fact that time is important.

Wind flow in the direction
As pressure directed it!
Water flows in the direction
As gravitation directed it!
We follow the direction
As inner voice directed!

So I sit here on the brink of my chance,
waiting for the right time to fall.
Somehow we knew at the first glance,
but we both truly knew nothing at all.
We seem to embrace opportunity from afar,
but I vow not to wait for the world to change me.
I will follow my own true star.
Who is it that chooses who to be?
No one wants to be the shadow of a man,
or to only leave mere footprints in the sand.
For the mark will be washed away with time,
along with the shadows that have robbed me blind.
It is time for me to take that leap.
I am tired of living life asleep.
For I know it is I who decides my own fate.
We control what we create.
Now my true star is shining bright,
so I will follow it into the night.

Plans are subjected to change
Ways of doing and getting things done change
The world is a fast changing place
A strong resolve that something certain will get worked out keeps everything in the present in it's proper shape.

Everything will be in it's place
Everything will get worked out while in present with regards to an uncertain future
Everything in present will find it's way in the right direction,
if intentions are in place,
only if they don't change while in present for short term gains, which cannot be termed as a secured future.