Not All Those Who Wander Are Lost

Not all those who wander are lost

Not all who dare may die

And hence I trace my steps,

Through the hallways in dark

Who knows the devil may pry

I’ll break against the anvil,

For one more try.

Cause I walk with an aim,

Let the ravens cry.

Walking is my game.

 

These are but shadows, empty

Lifeless shards; conceding to stall,

Screaming at me to hold on,

So high the rise,

So steep the fall

But let the storm come,

Come huge or small,

I’ll walk with my aim

Let the sky fall.

Walking is my game






 

I walk amidst questioning eyes

They’re prejudices, I choose to defy

To play the game with rules I write

I dream of breathing freedom,

I’m just a foot shy.

For now is the moment,

Its do or die.

And I walk with my aim

Let the liars lie.

Walking. . . well, guess what!