I often wonder
Where my life can go.
A boundary lies,
And its past the horizon.
Uninhabited,
Dilapidated,
Can I tread new ground,
Or shall I lay waste?
Whispers, I say,
"Intuition
Always betray!"
But not today
As I omit the hatred.
Chase horizons,
Shatter fourth walls!
A gauntlet waits,
As I Claim victory!
Subjective sojourns inside another's head,
I ponder what sort of lives they lead,
Or I discretely attempt to seek.
A vision exposed beyond my own,
A pigment of the globe,
I wonder where they would land,
On the same shore as I or not?
Seconds end, horizons rend.
A world persists,
Foundation for all,
Harmony and scale,
Cold as deep space.
Each solace, warmth
Rests deep in ourselves.
Each other's treasures,
Are tucked inside our souls.
Each world is distinct,
Divorced, and fair,
An island in the ether,
Deep in the shade.
I wonder if then,
That I'm the only one,
To reach outside the bounds
That chained me down?
Whether I'm alone,
Whether I'm alive,
There are always those,
That see beyond my sight.
Each solace, warmth
Rests deep in ourselves.
Each other's treasures
Are completed in this unity.
Chain that binds a union,
Eternal sway,
Imparts a solemn meaning,
Purpose and truthfulness.
We all see the signs
That there is always hope,
A light in the tunnel,
And, thus, we move as one.
