On a journey to somewhere known
Close to the heart, where happiness was born
On the winding way, long road beyond reality
thousand places pass, never to be visited
their stories never narrated, through dry blunt lips
when running towards, the joy of being
such tiny, minuscule details are lost,
although, almost, always at a cost
which is repaid, by the kiss of beloved
forgotten pages of moments passed
when seen from a prism of harsh perception
colours of traits separated, deception
envy, lust, cruelty, hate, indifference
nothing good seems to refract out
good and evil in a vicious bout
evil it seems, always wins
suggesting redemption in a sin
losing perspective of the journey, its end
stay the course, traveller, avoid the bend
where the life carriage will be broken
help will come, heaven send
from the same forgotten, hidden, unmentioned
people of the middle, who would lend
a soul in hand, to push you across prairie