YOU think life will unfold you an open road
glittered with success and times of joy
there’ll be goldcrumbs to lead your way,
and a shining light to keep you bright.
But life is a squeeze in a crowd of grumpy people,
no space to manouvre, no space to move
you’re bumped and pushed aside like weeds,
when you get up, there comes another wack
upon a wound that already bleeds;
so, you try a different route,
up an unclimbable hillside,
with strong winds pushing you downside
interfering with your footprints;
as far as you can see, more rocks and muck,
here’s life’s another hurdle, oh, ***?

I take a pathless journey to my inner core
I'm free of travel paraphernalia, but eager to explore,
I leave behind along the line souvenirs of my mind,
sometimes jolly, sometimes sorry,  I crave no coat of memory.
I need no future foolish notions or dreams of possibilites,
on this journey of self discovery I am present wholly.
I take everything at its face, the beauty of now I embrace.  
Without any expectations, sailing light and free,
to the temple of beginnings and cessations,  
with my loved ones journeying next to me.