Voices that I hear give me chills

Fear of thrills, I find bliss in the unknown

Something is near, here; it is hidden

It is but a doubt, masking itself to disguise

A stream of thoughts overflows in the jungle

Blinded by the lights from unforeseen

Thoughts rush and chase after wickedness.

I miss the comfort of knowing, my safe space

What is safe? when Limiting Beliefs are present

What is truth? when Lies spread to harm

What is the is-ness? when all I see is the past

What is...? I will be silent and not ask.

I am but a traveler, walking along the shores of time

Headed to a destination unforetold, a vision unknown

I am strong-willed; the mind oozes possibilities

There I will lay, for that I am infinity.