On the Road
#8 of Poetry
A poem I was inspired to write when I and another person talked about the duality of life; that you're not able to truly appreciate either sadness or happiness if you do not acknowledge either of them...
In this unearthly realm, all the things it spells
Are all chained to a vow
With this deeper curse which from birth made it worse
All I know until now
Fading memories of eroded roads,
Where I am to stand in this heavy rain?
Only tears understand what I do Is this the truth?
All the things that I gather throughout the path
Sing their melody of a rather unholy sound
My desire to decipher their sacred use,
I want to recuse...
I rather hold your stunning rose of mystery
Instead of watching my own fragile misery
Our bond is bound to forge my uncertainty
I simply refuse...
On the road to lose
Our lakes of zeal where our pacts are sure
In this deep quietness
My own numbing heart, searching for a cure
Drowned in wordlessness
Every other mind in this unfair world
Cannot see our shared undesired pain
But we will sure pass relentlessly,
We simply refuse...
To simply see the world from a greater sky
For the simplest, smallest happy matters of life
Are faithful to the people who see through the strife
We are on the road (we are on the road)
Our frequent dream of reality resides
And will surpass our limits of our sanity
As a compass through the narrow, vengeful storm
We will reform
And live on the road
Endless, mindless dolls do not share our goal
An unraveled destiny
Keep us in your embrace, in the end we will face
A dawn of eternity
From this point of view is clear only to few
Our greatest pain will be strongest will
To enjoy the remaining part
Of the blissful road