ONE WEST
07-02-2004, 06:43 AM
JUst something I wrote while under the influence of mescal.....tell me what you think....be as critical as you want....just let me know what you think if you'd like....peace
Moving, wandering through the empty backlit alley's, my eyes rove. Curious of the oncoming shadows of the lights, cast away by the setting sun. The Darkness moves with me, stalking, casting a deceptive cloak around me, hiding my woes, shutting them away behind those eyes. I see the world, I am the world, an exsistance only known by myself. What have I become. I wander around, searching, looking for who I really am, constantly on the chase, I strive, I yearn for my destiny, my meaning, who I really am. The roads wind ahead of me, the landscape cascading into a pinnacle on the horizon, that distant dot, What is it? Who is it? Will I ever get there. I search everyday for that pinnacle, that one moment, that all the roads I have traveled come together. Will this ever happen? Do we even have a meaning, a destiny. So I push on, trudging through wind, rain, and the worst thing nature has created, the darkness. As the sun flares its hues one last time, the cloak of black sweeps in like frieght train. You look east, you look west, north and south. Nothing, emptiness, the darkness slowly begins to consume you. There are no more roads, not even a horizon, the sound of silence overwhelms you, tracing deep into your thoughts, it becomes you.
Moving, wandering through the empty backlit alley's, my eyes rove. Curious of the oncoming shadows of the lights, cast away by the setting sun. The Darkness moves with me, stalking, casting a deceptive cloak around me, hiding my woes, shutting them away behind those eyes. I see the world, I am the world, an exsistance only known by myself. What have I become. I wander around, searching, looking for who I really am, constantly on the chase, I strive, I yearn for my destiny, my meaning, who I really am. The roads wind ahead of me, the landscape cascading into a pinnacle on the horizon, that distant dot, What is it? Who is it? Will I ever get there. I search everyday for that pinnacle, that one moment, that all the roads I have traveled come together. Will this ever happen? Do we even have a meaning, a destiny. So I push on, trudging through wind, rain, and the worst thing nature has created, the darkness. As the sun flares its hues one last time, the cloak of black sweeps in like frieght train. You look east, you look west, north and south. Nothing, emptiness, the darkness slowly begins to consume you. There are no more roads, not even a horizon, the sound of silence overwhelms you, tracing deep into your thoughts, it becomes you.