Fifeseebong_27
A Disturbance in the Force
A gaze that beckons for one to ponder
Seated on well-worn tracks others laid as a path out,
Or, simply a way through
Which, upon closer inspection
Cannot impose direction
Unless one allows them to
In the distance Truth's voice is calling
The time now comes to rise
And step into the wilting wilderness alone
Armed with a lover's heart, and a hermit's cloak
Guided by a listener's ears, and a seeker's eyes
Carving one's own path through the unknown
As discernment shields the flame lies try to choke
With ever-grasping darkness rapidly falling
As one treads further, Truth's distant call becomes a shout
"Quicken your pace, I'm only over yonder"
The prize awaits those who dare
And work until there's no energy to spare
For courage and imagination allow the mind to wander
In search of Truth, within and without
Seated on well-worn tracks others laid as a path out,
Or, simply a way through
Which, upon closer inspection
Cannot impose direction
Unless one allows them to
In the distance Truth's voice is calling
The time now comes to rise
And step into the wilting wilderness alone
Armed with a lover's heart, and a hermit's cloak
Guided by a listener's ears, and a seeker's eyes
Carving one's own path through the unknown
As discernment shields the flame lies try to choke
With ever-grasping darkness rapidly falling
As one treads further, Truth's distant call becomes a shout
"Quicken your pace, I'm only over yonder"
The prize awaits those who dare
And work until there's no energy to spare
For courage and imagination allow the mind to wander
In search of Truth, within and without
