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
Copyright © Karl Victor | Year Posted 2010
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