Sometimes I wonder
which of those
Ideas I could put my
faith in,
To appease the heart’s roaring
din,
And unshackle the mind
of woes.
In goodness of light I
repose,
Even though shadow
stalks within.
I gracefully turn away
sin,
Yet its scent pricks me
like a rose.
So I realize I must
travel,
To see, hear, feel the
world’s rancour,
With my hometown as my
anchor,
Still, my inner peace
unravels,
In travel, I look for
my soul,
I cross great roads and
frozen glades,
I rest under the world
tree’s shade,
I see blackened stumps,
burnt like coal,
I see fish swimming in
great shoals,
I see lost art,
starting to fade,
I seek fellow
wanderers’ aid,
I venture forth with no
known goal.
I walk this journey as
if cursed,
Undying, hollow and
empty,
Though I have water
aplenty,
It does not nourish
this cold thirst,
Emotion, thoughts swirl
through my mind,
A maelstrom, most of it
unkind,
It’s a breached dam of
perturbed peace,
Only craving for sweet
release,
I fear it may reach
breaking point,
It reverberates through
my joints,
Only one purpose
remains for me,
To plunder the Dragon's treasury,
Then over life I ll
gain mastery,
And conquer the hunger
within me.
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