Voices that I hear give me chillsFear of thrills, I find bliss in the unknownSomething is near, here; it is hiddenIt is but a doubt, masking itself to disguiseA stream of thoughts overflows in the jungleBlinded by the lights from unforeseenThoughts rush and chase after wickedness.I miss the comfort of knowing, my safe spaceWhat is safe? when Limiting Beliefs are presentWhat is truth? when Lies spread to harmWhat is the is-ness? when all I see is the pastWhat is...? I will be silent and not ask.I am but a traveler, walking along the shores of timeHeaded to a destination unforetold, a vision unknownI am strong-willed; the mind oozes possibilitiesThere I will lay, for that I am infinity. Leave a comment
