The Journey

Life without rhythm lacking music of the soul is a life left stagnant like water in a hole a breeding place for corruption and the spread of many fears deprave yourself not of the fruits that bare life of the knowledge of the apple the beginning of your flight a journey of wisdom pursued by only you on a path to determine who who you are, however, cannot be found simply sitting in a chair but to go explore the world children conquer feats columbus wouldnt dare use the map inside your heart and sail to the golden sun "head east, dear boy" you'll hear me say for in life our work is never done