I don't need you anymore.
I've found that you were holding me back.
You pulled  when i pushed  but now your gone  and my life is mine  no one else's
I'll walk a path unyet traveled I'll walk this path alone
I will succeed
You will never stop me
I will perivale
After today you are gone , gone forever
Nothing is holding me back  nothing is tieing medown
Im now free to fly were ever the wind may blow.

The camp fire burns high and
Provisions carried from home are passed about.
Laughing faces of the unyet tested,
The over morale of an Emperors finest legion
Marching into Gaulic lands
With heads held high.

Spirits are soaring and blessings are passed,
And the fluttering thoughts of home are flower painted.
Perhaps I will be back before the July sun
Bakes my armored back,
Perhaps I will be back to attend to Love
And its reaping yield
Before a burning sun alters my heart.

Small happiness
es
  i
could not grrrh
sieve

signals

or edges
to something
altogether

not Perceval
[sic] mfer
unyet

this smooth curve
and this fading
thought

guided on rails
are they throbbing
or singing

could it be both
of note
is the color

of the faces
as they watch
these races

and their endings
disguised
even submerged

races of the
meandering
breathtaking

as we follow
the filamental
structure

stuck with stars
even nebulas
tomorrow