No darkness sheds a doubt on me
About the road that lies ahead,
The continuity of progress
I’m moving forward, step by step
Creeping towards an empty castle
Or maybe, just a crooked shed.
No light was ever in that building,
With outside rays avoiding sight
And not one creature on this crowded planet
Knew that it was being built
But I.
I hold control, I command that action
With world full of my focus
Though battling through my distractions
I keep on going
Thinking that I know what will come next
And still, with every step, there is a test.
I move alone, and not one soul
Is with me now.
But there will be a ball,
With lights and drinks and songs.
And there, there will be all
Who love and cherish, and adore
However, no message has been yet sent out
There was no signal yet at all.
My feet are restless,
Cracking through the road
A concrete line, and then a dirt path
Filled with toads.
Than back to nature,
Though it’s often shy
Over a human it powers
And still it shines.
Unlike this path.
It slithers through the arching trees,
And as I walk, it seems I cannot breathe
Under the pressure of perfection
That flora placed on top of me.
The fauna seems to be asleep,
Resting eternally.
But it is steep
In the variety of life
And joy, and shared warm worry
Not about arguing,
Or what I like to do - always say sorry.
No, the complex web of glory in the wild
Has yet no consciousness
But has its own undoubted pride
Of what it is and how it watches
All or who dare here pass by.
Just I pass here, and walk, and walk
In solitude yet not confined
I’m free just like a little piece
Of ancient chalk
That broke off of another chalk
And as I walk, there are indeed the lines
That have been drawn
By those, whos walks to me were parallel,
They let me know
Of how and why they reached the end.
As I go on and on, and as I just come closer
I see the roof, which seems to never be enclosing.
But building blocks are being laid
With every step I made.
There will not be a roof
If I decide this path is just too easy for me.
Yet it will all be just a shed
If I will let the chalk lines stop me