The Path

The world has not a real purpose It’s to us to discover one This requires a certain courage Perhaps more, imagination Glimpsed in certain mangled thoughts Dismissed as crazy and ignored Heard in poems, read in sacred texts Purposed in angelic message Ignorance distorts hearts and minds Blinding us in our true desires Blockading our one, clear purpose And expanding our emotional cravings We fixate some person or thing We imagine will fulfill us Forgetting all that is composed Will decompose, and turn to dust It’s not us who decide our path We provide it with direction This is our only real power Guiding ourselves onto the path Through a world of sickness and suffering Toward, what inside, our soul knows is righteous