[SeasonOfTheMad]

my first entry ever "the traveller"

The path we tread is wearing down, it's coils long and can't unwind,
the nearing dark outlives the sun, the only friend of a journeying mind.

Into the forest or past the field, the town below or towards the bridge?
No path of ours is ever sealed, our road unfolds without a hitch.

Step around but not inside,
always looking so hard to find,
the resting place of my design,
the path i choose,
is just a time,
the wanderlust of a rusty mind.

Rivers of faces flow into seas,
washing their dreams off with soap made of ease,
unchain your soul, unleash and release,
fly towards the sky on the wings of the beast.

the traveller begins on an uncertain road,
forced to return when the dam overflowed,
a man only reaps the seeds he has sewn,
but we never wait to see if they've grown.

Step around but not inside,
always looking so hard to find,
the resting place of my design,
the path i choose,
is just a time,
the wanderlust of a lonely mind.