this long walk
as i force myself to walk
what seemed like forever to tread,
my heart is pounding
and i can feel each inch of my trembling skin.
it seemed to me
that i'm a tired man -
at the brink of insanity
in finding a self
that does not want.
my eyes set itself
to the north of avalon.
hoping that one day
i'll cross the golden mile.
but this road i am traveling
seemed to have lost
its own course
the roads painted red;
my feet glowed blue.
i might have floated
to eternity
cloaked in despair and misery
but my eyes are shimmering
bright crimson and emerald.
for now i'll be dreaming
shooting the breeze over avalon.
for now i must journey
this road i've travelled on.
what seemed like forever to tread,
my heart is pounding
and i can feel each inch of my trembling skin.
it seemed to me
that i'm a tired man -
at the brink of insanity
in finding a self
that does not want.
my eyes set itself
to the north of avalon.
hoping that one day
i'll cross the golden mile.
but this road i am traveling
seemed to have lost
its own course
the roads painted red;
my feet glowed blue.
i might have floated
to eternity
cloaked in despair and misery
but my eyes are shimmering
bright crimson and emerald.
for now i'll be dreaming
shooting the breeze over avalon.
for now i must journey
this road i've travelled on.
