Journey On Your Own

There is a high, high cliff, just waiting for someone to come and climb, But what you must go through is rather tragic, so you must figure it out. I’ll let you pass through this gate and hopefully find out what is missing in it, what it means, I won’t give a hint or a word of it, so don’t pout. Your first stop is a place of nothing but fog, and a fast current of icy water passes through it. Only pure of heart and those who understand can step on the stones and walk the distance to anew, When you pass through the fog, hopefully you haven’t tripped yet, you’ll find such a beautiful place, But to the only few. The mountain awaits for your footprints, only to blow them away, There is a flower on the highest tip of the monument in the sky, “It’s too high, but I’m sure you know that.” Most say, But to those who are strong of imagination, just fly. Pick the flower, and you’ll finally see the path of your journey alone, a long white hall. On the walls, there are pictures of your past times, retelling all the good memories, But if you are truly pure, you’ll see the way you made it here, and you’ll know, You’re dead, and this long journey ends when you sit in the golden room with two chairs. You’re almost there, just a little further and you’ll find paradise, I’m not lying. If you see doors leading away from this golden room, congratulations, you have done well. For you, there will be a never ending paradise, a Dreamscape awaiting your presence, And your life stories, people can retell. “You have done well alone, You must come and find me on your own.”