Cursing the Cycle

Standing portrait of impassible, Another added pace of traditional is but a conflicting mystery. Heart teary dwell, Soul overwhelm journeyed. Walking millions, Opposite inline, Destine in image ants, Commanded, Harmony stream of what laid forth in vision quest thinking, Same is the mastering thought, Told this is it, Nothing more, Daring not to question. Staying breathless, Musing, Why the cease, Dreams renewed, Speaking, Desiring it's own identity unique, Broking the rules, Going against the flow of every other daily. Strolling passed with lonely steps, Millions watch cursing looks. Numerous- Inner thoughts, Discharged eyewash hidden in the soul, "If only I can venture strength in such hope." "How I hate the distance I travel now."