Calculating Travel

i don't usually rhyme at the end of each line but this flowed out of me.

To conjure the magic that is wanderlust

And dabble in the mind, and shave off rust.

In turn comes an ideal state.

Where we can be found and illuminate

The best of which surrounds us that day,

That causes us to curse work and begin to play.

To throw away the dreadful hours

And feed us that which gives us power.

We curse the ones that go against

our righteous ways of insolence

Because we figure that we're right

And are willing to give all our might.

Remember the path you dream upon.

Loose sight of that and you'll be gone.

Down to the Styx and graveyard bound,

Where demons dance and angels frown,

But reach for the greatest of your dreams

and you'll find yourself in your scene.

You'll be able to wear yourself with pride

And go with the flow just like the tide.

Submerge yourself into an abyss

and you'll find yourself on the way to bliss.

Because you found yourself at home

As you are freely left to roam.

In search of knowledge, truth, and freedom

Know that a king doesn't own a kingdom

And you'll advance to the rogues of virtue

As you bring down the kings statue.

For authority can never be won

Unless you're willing to give up the one.

For we all endure what life gives,

Until death comes and life no longer lives.

As for your enemies they'll be clapping

While family and friends bare off laughing.

But as long as you find yourself

Nothing can defeat you in your health.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

A splendid read and write...Thank you for penning and sharing...:)................

[Muse]

I felt like I was reading a modern version of Paradise Lost. Metaphoric psalms with a 101 guide to life, and how to live without any regrets and/or suppression. Nice work.

Muse